Sex in the sense of "intercourse between one person and another" is thrown around like feces in a monkey cage. Lots of people do it for recreation, sexual release, to prove something to friends or yourself (or even a weird dad), a lack of decent video games to occupy the time, or because porn just ain't cutting it any more. In the sense of sex being "conceptual intercourse between two people who love eac other very much" (aka "Making love"), it's alot more rare. There's only one good reason to do that and that is when involves love. That being said, I see no reason to do something of this nature with someone you TRULY HONESTLY care about. The whole "premarital sex is bad" thing obviously started from christian beliefs that sex was immoral because of the pleasure it created and the problems that came along with it. This was then blown out of proportion. I think people forget that sex is a gift. God (or whatever deity you believe/don't believe in) didn't HAVE to make it feel good. I would suppose he made it feel good not just so the baby-making experience would be a good one, but also as a way for people to seal connections with their significant other. I think he hoped that we would decide to have sex with people we hope might one day become our spouses and made it an important part in relationships. Eventually, with any couple, sex becomes an issue, whether it's an abundance or lack of it. You can have a wonderful relationship with someone and feel completely compatible with them until you finally have sex with them and realize "they don't satisfy me sexually....". So what happens if you wait untill marriage to find that out? What do you do then? What if you can't settle it then? You cheat, normally. Then it's a whole new set of problems, almost always leading to divorce. I don't think that's what is ment to happen. I feel it's ok to have sex before hand, to get that experience needed FOR marriage. Plus, everyone needs to get off. Blue balls suck. However, throwing sex around with random people at random times is a bit sad. It's like that kid who ended up becoming a drug dealer because of one time that his friends gave him some drug to try and he wanted to be cool so he did it. I understand the need "get off" and that sometimes Handgela just isn't working anymore, but when you fool around day in and day out like it's some sort of race to the trophy, it's annoying. This, I suppose is where God (or whatever deity you believe/don't believe in) steps in and gives you herpes, a baby, or something that kicks you in the [wagon]. I suppose every person needs some sort of clarity and voyage to the all-truth and constant sex (like any other drug) hinders that journey. I guess that's how I see it from a spiritual stance. \
