Lay me down in sheets of linen.

Everyone should have a fuck buddy. I highly recommend it. I’m talking one person (or hell, multiple people) you can just get together with and get off, no drama, no strings, just comfortable, consensual, you-scratch-my-back-I’ll-scratch-yours, no holds barred, no-judgment-just-fun, serve-and-be-served, sex.

At one time in my life, I honestly doubted the feasibility of that type of relationship. Emotions, I figured, would have to eventually come into play, and that’s when things would get messy. The moment one half (or one third or one fourth or one fifth...) of the arrangement felt more or less (or different) than the other half (or one third or one fourth or one fifth...) it would render the arrangement impossible. Which is bound to happen if only given enough time. And in comes the drama. Or at least the hurt and/or disappointment. And there goes the point of the fuck buddy relationship: fucking without the risk of hurt and/or disappointment.

I’ve since adjusted my views on the subject.

I guess anything is possible as long as two people (or three or four or five...) are simply getting precisely what they need from each other. As long as expectations are the same on both sides (or all three or all four or...ok, I’ll stop) then it works just fine. So in that way the fuck-buddy relationship is really like any other relationship. And if feelings or expectations shift, well, then you just move on. No big. No drama or hurt or disappointment.

Unless of course you’re the one getting moved on on.

Wait.