On Sex and Disgust

I've been wondering into the nature of the emotion of disgust as it comes up for me in and around
my sex life. As I see sex, it is the sacred act between two lovers, whereby their emotions of love
and  feeling of connection and kinship are manifested in physical form. It is the ultimate celebration
of life, and the merging of two souls into one, apart from time and space. This is in stark contrast to
the commonly accepted understanding of sex as a purely physical need that requires satisfaction,
similar to the way animals satisfy their needs. You're horny, you go down to the bar, woe a woman
with your manly charm, and sleep with her. Very practical and down to earth, or so it seems.

The stories we tell ourselves, and the truth, can be very different things. Deep inside we
know what sex is, and it's significance for us as spiritual beings. It is the gate to your soul,
manifest physically. It is the ultimate surrender of the core of your being, to be merged with
another's.

We as humans have free will, and we pay a penalty for choosing wrongly. The penalty for
allowing your innermost being, your essence, to open up and be merged with the wrong
kind of soul, is the penalty paid in the emotion of disgust.

Disgust will be primarily for your self, for allowing such a defilement to take place. But it
will be projected outside, to your partner and he/she would seem to be the source of
your need to throw up.

In this regard it is worth mentioning the heavy consumption of alcohol and drugs these
days to soften inhibitions, but also to abolish the natural shame that protects us from acts
of this sort.

Also notice the all too common urban story about two people meeting in a bar, getting drunk,
spending the night together, only to run away as the act is finished, feeling disgusted
and ashamed.