One of the funny things you learn over the course of a long-term monotonous, or rather monogamous, romantic relationship is yes the shared splendor of an intimacy between two people, and of course the union and sheer joy of sex -not the way it works out when dating alternatingly, with multiple partners and competing affections and no serious commitment to anyone's long-term well-being- and not only newfound comfort with yourself and your own physical nature, but the level of confidence and how okay you feel discussing said sex life in public.
It's the difference between being able to formulate a coherent and unfettered opinion on a topic as sticky as the polygamous, er that is polyphonous, sound of a symphonic quartet which issues within earshot -probably from the restaurant's in-house speaker system, very likely not actually in-house and present, even less likely still the sound's source approaching the booth you reserved to mark an occasion that turns out to be significantly different from what you had in mind in the first place- and absolutely squandering that last moment of distraction before you pose a question, the response to which you discover, by a sudden awareness of your own body's visibly increased sympathetic output, you are in fact mortified to find out.
Photo by Dustin Whitehead. Words by Diego Báez.
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