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I am Episcopalian and my church tries to pretend sex doesn't exist, because they all had sex premaritally and think that it's ok but are too embarassed to admit it. Needless to say, I had to find my own opinions on my own, especially with a mother telling me that men are evil soul-sucking nazis and a father trying to dress me like a whore so I'd look "pretty."
I think that sex, in and of itself, means little more than eating. It's something we're programmed to do. But, like eating, the value of sex is what you do with it. If you eat whatever's easy and sweet, you'll get sick; and while the analogy isn't literal, if you aren't careful with how and when and who you have, you can find yourself pregnant and infected with HIV.
On the other hand, you can be a gourmet, gain skills in the kitchen, and serve up healthy and delicious food three times a day. And that's how sex should be, especially if you eat your meals in good company. With melted cheese.
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There's no justice. There's just us.
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