I tend to think that poets whose relations to both the sex act and, well, mind-altering substances (and I include the legal ones here) aren't a bit... well... complex tend to be boring, indeed rubbish poets. Not always, but usually. I'm not actually advocating any particular behavior, mind you, but I am, I suppose, enough of a Romantic to think that artists should be, at least to some degree, misfits and f%#k-ups and deviants.
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