The reminder that we have genitals is more unbearable than enduring excruciating pain in those genitals.
Genitals, the stuff genital-adjacent like sex or waste-release -- it's all viscerally disgusting, particularly in the context of family members, and unmoors us from the sanitized, half-reality we have to live in so that we can tolerate each other comfortably.
With strangers, though, it's mostly fine. It makes ironclad sense, just like everything else.
Genitals, the stuff genital-adjacent like sex or waste-release -- it's all viscerally disgusting, particularly in the context of family members, and unmoors us from the sanitized, half-reality we have to live in so that we can tolerate each other comfortably.
With strangers, though, it's mostly fine. It makes ironclad sense, just like everything else.