The phrase, “making love” is strange to me and not just because it’s creepy and really only ever used by seventeen year old boys who think that’s what you want to hear, but because of the making. What are we making exactly, surely you can’t make love with sex, isn’t that the opposite of the point? Isn’t what you’re really trying to say something like having love? Like instead of having sex what you’re actually having is something more and see, I think this is a problem, taking this act and filling it with this sentimental, vague, insanely confusing concept for god knows what reason, like it makes it better, like calling it that makes it purer when why does it need to be? Yeah love and sex go together and get all tangled up but really, what is wrong with saying, “We are in love and we fucked. I screwed the person I’m in love with”? Because I’ve been in love and we’ve done all kinds of things together; things that were maybe just as tangled up with love like talking and eating and sleeping and looking and fighting but we don’t soften these things up with “loving” platitudes, we don’t smother them with romance, make them easier to digest by turning them into something smooth, something else.