I see sex as private, intense and beautiful, and the one thing above all else you keep to share with that one, single person. Anything outside of that degrades it... So often we hear "its, just sex" stated proudly as if modesty and reserve are a thing to be overcome. "Just" sex is a pretty sad loss. (a generalization. I know you never said this...)
I can no more picture Jesus high-kicking it down the street in chaps and strap on or waving some gigantic phallus in the name of pride, than I see Him on the sidewalk screaming insults. He'd probably be sitting at a lonely booth with a cross on it, being ridiculed from both sides.
Sinners are my brothers and sisters and myself. Our sins I want to cause shame, because they cause damage and I fear considering them silly too soon. It is not them I wish to distance my self from. It is their and my own destructive, humiliating, sexually degrading and loveless acts... I struggle to regain some long, lost "prudishness". Its the last thing that can still offend.