Because It's Wrong....

I could have anything. Anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't? Because it's wrong.

I often hear people refer to things as wrong. Gay sex, for example. And when you ask them why it's wrong, the answer may entail a long list of reasons. But all of those reasons boil down to the following:

"Because it makes me feel uncomfortable."

My sex life tends to be one of those things people say is wrong. They call me immoral. What's immoral about it? I'm monogamous and faithful to my partner. Oh, I'm not married? Planning on that. Even if I was married, it would still be wrong? Can you explain why?

Because you wouldn't do it. Because it tickles those deep reptilian impulses you thought you buried. It intrigues you in ways you didn't know you could be. Because it isn't how you've ordered your life. Because it shatters your comfy little paradigm.

It turns me into something other. You can hate something that's other. I become something less than human. A thing you can put in a box. You can classify me, you can study me.

But it's not wrong. It's just me. I'm not wrong. I'm just human.

And you can't stop me.