sexual energy has been socially constructed. within these confines, the outlet of sexual energy is ultimately penetration (in whatever form). but beyond these confines, what really is this energy? what moves it, provides spaciousness and nourishment to it? I look back at the history of my sexuality, and even my best memories are composed of impermanent joy, love and presence. so why then has this become the supreme act of intimacy? where else would this energy enjoy traveling? how would this energy act in one’s self and the world without the narrow corridors to which it has been forced to march down, time and time again?