Fucking With Friends

I think we’re all on the level here, which is why this should be a pretty easy thing to say. Maybe it’s because we’re all adults, and in this hypersexual microcosm of paisa-hipster infused narcissism and promiscuity, the fact that I fuck my friends should be less of a gossip worthy news item and just another casual day to day occurrence, because, hey, we’re all adults, and sex is fun, and we’re all single, so what’s the point of not fucking each other? I don’t feel like this is a necessarily negative thing, or dehumanizing, or objectifying, or devoid of emotion or affection or depth. It’s just one of those things that you get to do when you’re an adult: fuck your friends. Free of strings and consequences and romance, and who cares if you’ve met my parents, or you already fucked my best friend, or the next time I see you I’m on a date with some other dude. We’re friends, right? So this isn’t awkward. That’s why we’re friends, and not lovers or significant others or acquaintances. We’re friends, and we fuck, and that’s totally fine. Much in the same way that we see each other at bars and hang out from time to time and text and show up at the same parties – we fuck sometimes, too, and, then, sometimes we don’t. And it’s not weird, although maybe at some point in the future it will become weird, but for now, hey, how are you? What have you been up to? Wanna grab drink? We don’t gotta fuck, but there’s always that option because we’re friends, and that’s what friends do for each other.