"I watch Sense8 for the sex" is a comment I've heard a lot lately. People have their favourite moments of the beautiful multicultural cast banging their connected brains out. (Perhaps I need to just hang out with fewer horndogs.) But sex, while definitely a major part of Sense8, is not all that the show or the characters can be. Thanks to sharp plotting and a great use of its characters, the second season -- which premieres today on Netflix -- feels less like softcore porn and more like the optimistic balm to our collective, conflicted consciousness that Lana Wachoswski no doubt originally intended the series to be.