The reminder that we have genitals is more unbearable than enduring excruciating pain in those genitals. Genitals, the stuff genital-adjacent like sex or waste

The reminder that we have genitals is more unbearable than enduring excruciating pain in those genitals. Genitals, the stuff genital-adjacent like sex or waste-release -- it's all viscerally disgusting, particularly in the context of family members, and unmoors us from the sanitized, half-reality we have to live in so that we can tolerate each other comfortably. With strangers, though, it's mostly fine. It makes ironclad sense, just like everything else.