Mom and I watched Damn Yankees last night, and it was refreshing to see a man who was true to himself through the whole movie. It was also refreshing to watch something without sex hijacking the plot. It was there, but it wasn’t like a heavy smog–choking everything else with its presence. What you might call realistic, actually.
WRITING PROMPT: Write a scene in which sexual presence is one of many components but far from important to the action. Good one for Sunday, eh?