Division of Labor

Ahhh, sex. It sells everything from dish towels to paper clips. We want it. We need it. We practice, diligently, for its happenstance, sometimes 4-5 times a day. We're damn good at it.

But, like all red-blooded Americans, I take good things for granted. I get lazy, complacent, unappreciative. Simply put, I don't want to be on top.

I just want to lie there and let you do all the work. I'm tired, and I just ate an entire box of Cheez-Its. I won't even bother to take off my t-shirt. Let's dispense with the usual foreplay and just slip it in. Gimme my O and then it's time for night-night.

Does this make me a bad person?