He knew better. In his estimation, that belief was my problem. He urged me to accept his certainty that sex was strictly a selfish pleasure whose benefits were derived through releasing the emotion at hand. Sex and politics are the same, he said. They thrive on conditions.
Love has no condition.
I could try. I held out more hope for sex than for politics. He told me I d be better off to stay away from both. Nevertheless, I once waited for him to come home, my body aching for political negotiations. He walked in, saw me dressed in the black gauze dress that slid so easily up my thighs, and raised his eyebrows approvingly.