Sometimes I miss my innocence.

Honestly. There are times when I just want to go back to the days when a goodnight kiss was as good as an orgasm, when we had to ask older, wiser sources about these things called "blow jobs," thinking that there might be actual blowing involved. When did sex become the be-all and end-all?
My friends and I watch "Kinsey" and "Sex and the City" and read "Savage Love" and "Cosmopolitan". When we're not entertaining ourselves with sexually themed media, we're talking about sex. This includes the friends with significant others, who, I'm surmising, end up talking about sex, watching movies about sex and having sex, all in the same day.
I read this article in Details about asexuals--people who, because of some biological misfortune, have absolutely no interest in sex with either gender. I wonder how these people manage to get through college. It would be like going to a five-course buffet dinner when you're not hungry, then spending the rest of the night listening to people talk about the food. Some people would be bitching about how all the good food had been taken; some would be bragging about the prime cut of filet mignon they managed to snag; you'd see someone looking miserably at his ill-chosen plate of asparagus souffle, hoping to trade it for his neighbor's lobster tail. But you'd be stuffed to the gills already, and you wouldn't see what any of this fuss was about.
You know what? It'd be annoying as all hell, but it would also make life a whole lot easier.