I cannot conceive sex without love. How can one offer their mindless (because you surely need to zombify yourself to not think about whatever the f*ck you're doing) body to someone else? For pleasure you say? This kind of pleasure is the same as working on an automated mounting chain doing the same thing all day, going back home, eat, sleep, wake up next morning and start all over again. Curiosity? Ok, this one is a good one. Because you're curious you want to see new things, explore? Ok. Just, respect the others in any endeavour you may want to attempt. But, goddamn! How can one fuck with someone else only because he/she looks sexy or supposedly fucks nice? I heartly consider the difference between sex and love making. You can have sex with the one you love, but can only make love to the one you love. In the act, sex and love are two separate entities. I therefore greatly despise sex and will always love.