On things

Sex without meaning has never interested me.

For many people it appears to be an objective in itself, a form of recreation, a transaction of bodies, or a simple biological necessity. For me it has never been any of those things.

What interests me is the mind, the character, the way a person understands the world, what they create, what they value, and how they position themselves within existence. If those things are absent, the rest becomes secondary at best and empty at worst.

Intimacy, in my view, is not an activity to pursue for its own sake. It is something that may arise naturally from intellectual affinity, mutual respect, shared perception, and a certain depth of encounter between two individuals.

When that foundation is missing, speaking about sex feels like focusing on the least meaningful aspect of human connection.

So when someone proposes beginning with sex and discovering the rest later, I already know that we are not speaking about the same thing.