We are electrically charged with sex. Physically, emotionally, intellectually, aesthetically, relationally, socially, and visually. Sex is part of who we are.
And sex is spiritual. In fact, the very things that make us spiritual make us sexual. We are a consummation of the spiritual and the physical, and never do we feel both more acutely than in our sexuality. Sex unites us in ways that either heal us or do us great damage, depending on whether this sex is sacred or depraved.
Our world it feels like there is a great polarization among the sexes about the sexes. People seem to fall into one of two camps: either they ignore sexual distinctiveness, or they prey upon it. Those that pretend it really doesn’t matter deny something deep about who we are and how we are called to live in this world. They make us all into something more Puritanical, something inherently less interesting, less passionate, and less sexual than we really are. They neuter us. Conversely, those that seduce, lure, exploit, and entrap, perform the opposite crime. They reduce us to animals, making us slaves of our basest desires with no call for spirit, will, or intellect. They dehumanize us, subverting our true selves and making us into little figurines that can hang around their bed like mobiles of sexual conquest.
These are the extremes of sexual identity in our world today: either Puritan or Predator. Yet neither of these options exists for anyone who wants to remain truly human. We are neither robots nor beasts, neither angels nor animals. We are people who must reconcile ourselves to the fact that sex is part of who we are.
And sex is good.
Excerpt from Eat Your Heart Out