I love sex. Correction: I love sex with the right person. I’ve had the privilege of experiencing this, and it was the most alive I’ve ever felt. What’s more, I seemed to develop never-ending stamina when it came to doing the deed with the person in question. I‘ve also been spoilt for choice of venue: restaurant washroom, back of a taxi, in a theatre audience, in the sea, store changing room, a park, airport baby changing room, and these are just the places I remember. When the sex is great and I‘m told of how good I was in bed, I realise that I deserved no credit for that--we were good in bed together. The thing I love most about the right kind of sex? How you just seem to lose all awareness of your own self, your body, and the whole blinkin‘ world itself.