Sex is a tough subject. Even though the ‘internet generation,’ of which I am born, has access to more information and is exposed to greater representation of sexual diversity, we’re still struggling to determine what is sexually appropriate and acceptable. Most of us prefer to believe that we are sexually savvy, that we have some skills as a lover, and are more open to sexual dialogues and practices than our parents. We are the generation of Wikipedia and XTube – information and representation is readily available. Yet how do ‘sex’ and ‘living holistically’ relate?

As I look down at my stomach, trying to determine how much ‘irreparable’ damage I’ve done, I think, “Well, at least it’s been a while.” Quickly, though, I go into the story around “what I did to myself”. What did I do? I ate a pint of Ben&Jerry’s. Now, I know to some people, that would not necessitate the binge label, and in the past, I’ve consumed more. I get that saying it was a binge might actually piss someone off who binges in a larger way. But ultimately, I uncontrollably ate a lot of a particular food that doesn’t feel good to my body. That ’something else’ took over, and as I drove away from dinner with a friend, I zeroed in on going to the grocery store and buying something bad.

At this point, it’s no secret that I’ve lacked the tendency toward one-night stands and such. Even had a downright aversion to them. But I’m not sure I’ve actually explained why before, or I’ve only vaguely insinuated the reason. And I think in a way, that’s been on purpose. Sex has always meant more to me than maybe the average person. Ok, mass over-generalization there, but culturally, a fair assessment, I believe: people tend to jump in the sack pretty darn easily, whether fueled by alcohol/drugs, an addiction, or just simple horniness. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just not really been a part of my makeup.