Current mood: To hold is to waste
I live with antiquated notions of love. Around me, people my age engage in sexual acts with perfect strangers. People they have only met on that occasion and whom they will never meet again. And with these people, they share the most intimate moment one human can share with another.
I don’t practice this, personally, but I worry about it. I worry I might find someone who fills me with happy, someone I could be willing to share my life with only to find out they were promiscuous. This should be okay. Everyone should be free to act as they please and do what they please within certain broad limits. But could I accept that knowing this girl fucked strangers?