And it isn’t clear at all, to me anyway, that talking about love helps us love better — especially if all we are doing is talking about sex as a proxy. Loving, as a sustained practice, is what makes us love better.
Clothes are now needed, now that we have sinned, said Adam and Eve. Because approaching a picnic of mostly strangers for the first time is bad enough, it’s like being naked even if you’re clothed because they gaze, they look, their eyes probe, they wonder; they assume you’re a sinner; they assume the worst when someone new is showing up for the picnic. Who are they, what are they, is what the people think; do I know them; do we know them; I don’t know them; and as you get closer and they all see you more clearly, you better be dressed in clothes that say who you are you better be somebody in the end, because somebody in that crowd will yes, yes finally know you and come out loud and say hello. You better be clothed when you say hello back.