Love that permeates everything.

Somebody suggested on the Alzheimer’s message board the other day that intimacy isn’t sex. Yes, that there’s sex. And then there’s intimacy. But I think intimacy is a form of sex. Closer to a spiritual kind of sex. A higher kind of sex. Seems to me that it’s wrong to define sex only as an explicit physical sexual act. The same goes for love. There’s all kinds of love. Token love. Unconditional love. Shallow love. Deep love. True love. Untrue love. Love has so many different meanings. Different degrees. And the same goes for sex. Sex can stop at so-called foreplay. It doesn’t necessarily have to lead to a conventional physical act. Sex can be expressed in thought, too. In words. In varying amounts of intimacy. Some Alzheimer care-givers say that sex has become impossible with their loved one. Maybe that’s true. Maybe it ain’t. Depends on what one calls sex. An intimate spiritual feeling. A closeness. I define that as sex. Maybe there’s even such a thing as a spiritual orgasm. A tremendous inner feeling of love. Pure love. A love that permeates the entire being. –Jim Broede