If you believe in a 900-year-old virgin…
If you believe that even consensual sex is dirty, base, or soulless…
If you believe that passion and innocence are mutually exclusive…
Then know this:

I defy the belief that the physical expression of love is somehow 'bad.' I defy a worldview in which virginity is the sole state from which one can find joy in simply being alive. I defy a philosophy in which one must choose between the body and the soul. And I defy any so-called fans who would withhold a life-affirming experience from a character who so loves life.

It seems to me that anyone with as much enthusiasm as the Doctor also has passion. It seems to me that he has a great deal more spunk than some of you give him credit for (and yes, you fans in Britain may take that pun as written). It seems to me that in 900 years, he has found at least a few people he cared for enough to share himself with them.

In my world, the body and soul are not at odds; they are in harmony. They are parts of the whole self, along with the mind and heart. If you can not be true to all of them, you are not being true to yourself. In my world, sex is an expression of love, for another person and for life itself.

In my world, the Doctor dances.

Don’t get me wrong; this is NOT an erotic fanfic site. Yes, some of the stories have sexual content, but that is not the primary focus. Above all, these stories are, to quote Christopher Eccleston, unashamedly emotional.