Sex

I just figured out that everything is about sex... By everything, I litteraly mean EVERYTHING. No good movie ever got out if there weren't some alusion to sex (some half-dressed girl or a very muscular, blonde haired guy...). No good novels doesn't have a sex scene written in it. Sure, some actually doesn't have that much sexy things in them, BUT these are rare cases... and even then, sex is just not in some kind of imaged size. Sometimes, I am ashamed that I have to think about sex. I know that all of this is completely natural, instinctual. But, I don't know... Maybe because that it's too much instinctual, too basic that I don't like it, me that want to be so rational, so logical. Like the sub-title of this blog says : I am jammed just before social uncompletness... surely because I reject most of what is to be "basic"...