A bucket called sex

Is there a bucket called ‘sex’, where all your emotions can be tossed?

To be loved, liked and needed; all to be compressed into, and proxied by, sex.

On one hand this short-cut does proffer efficiency.

And yet, on the other, it may lack complexity and richness of experience, and also add guilt.

As in all things ’emotional’, there is no such thing as a free lunch.