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I couldn't possibly have sex with a person that I claimed to be friends with. No matter how much you deny it, sex changes a relationship. Even if the two consenting partners told themselves that there would be no "weirdness" afterwards, it is highly improbable that such is possible. I do understand that some people have been raised much differently than myself and therefore have opinions which deviate from my own, but I don't see how such an intimate act could be thought of so lightly.

I do not understand why so many people seem to be offended with the concept, it's really between the two friends involved

Actually, it ceases to be just between the two friends involved when you post it on the internet for the whole world to see.

Am I one of the few people left who views sex as something more than just a physical act? I realize that we, as humans, and basically animals, have a sexual desire that needs to be filled. However, I also believe that we've been blessed with many abilities that animals have not been, and one of those gifts is a conscience.

Simply put, I love my friends too much to have sex with them.

I told her where I was from the beginning:

"I want you, but not at the expense of my life."

Somehow she valued this as honesty and gave herself to me - generously, completely - and I drank deeply of her. Friends for years, we found ourselves wrapped around each other, naked, vulnerable, guilty as sin.

I wonder how this has changed us, changed me? How naive was I to believe that "my life" was something to be valuated and bundled into a tidy little package of assets, spouses, and children? How naive was I to assume that it was mine to risk...

"I want you, but not at the expense of my life."

Those same words never dropped from her lips. With just as much to lose as I, she could have easily bought into my foolishness - something to put me in my place, to let me know my standing - but it was never there. Just those eyes with their "bullshit filter" seeing right through me, through my selfishness, insecurity, and fear.

She knew all along that this would happen. She knew that I would collapse into this formless pile of indecision and confusion, pulled so tightly between desire and fear that the fine threads binding my psyche together are dangerously close to snapping like over-tightened guitar strings.

She warned me, too: "Be careful", she said. "You have no idea what you are doing, do you?"

God, I thought I did. I thought we would be friends who fuck. Now I wonder if there is such a thing.

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