Office Politics/Sexual Tensions

(This post might contain potentially intellectual and racy material. For those who do not like to mix the two together, you are strongly advised not to read further. The rest can but keep your nasty comments to yourselves bitches!)

The two are put together like a binary pair in this context. Diametrically opposed. Any play of power naturally drags politics. Boss/employee relationship, dominant/submissive partners in sex, lower-class/middle-class are all relationships that are burdened with power inequalities.
And the inequality of power is not absolute or fixed, its fluid and can be constantly reconfigured from one context to the other. So one can be the disempowered in one context, and the empowered in another.

And power can be highly sexualized/eroticized. We have gay people to prove it!

The interplay of themes that exalt power discrepancies among individuals.
This intellectually contrived intro was imperative to usher in a nasty experience of power politics that was transcended in a highly erotic tension.

Which one party, my critical self which is highly conscious of this condition, and another work colleague not completely aware (or is he?). I always marvel at the power of denial.
How people are able to selectively shape their reality according to a moral regime of truth outside which, everything, anything else is unintelligible. Homoeroticism, religious difference, female orgasm and so on.

And despite the fact that my work colleague had serious conflicts of positioning me as a sexual subject, everyone else could see it, except him of course.
He was completely oblivious to the fact that our power/social conflict, and source of attraction as well, was placed in a highly eroticized context.

That is if I assume that he is unaware of his unabashed sexual transgression!

And its just the mind of a desperate queen trying to elicit the affection/attention of a potentially sexy work colleague!
But queens are such a crafty race. They know exactly what to do and when to do it to solicit the interest of unsuspecting subjects. And I did. I used all my childish/feminine wiles! Oh yes! That girl put herself out there, up for grabs.
And she was. She was grabbed a few times.

But not without a price. One cannot tamper with people's sexualities/psychologies? and get away with it. Now, what started as an incessant effort on my colleagues part that we be "friends" (a term laden with conflict of interpretation moral and otherwise), ended up in me being completely driven by hormones, doing all I can to land my hands on his (beep).

Not that he minded. But then again, is my relationship with gentleman doomed to frozen in time, restricted to one context?
The Office politic/sexual tension context?

Is there no way that this could end in just another entry in the universal log of meaningless, bad sex?