It's Monday, and I bet no one like to be at work, especially when you had so much going on, on the weekend.... But then, we'll have to work, so to servive.... Forget about monday blues or feeling down, we'll have to deal with it.... just move on...
So I know it's not exactly original (since everybody talking about it already), but I sense a more than relevant urge to explore a topic that applies almost anammously to all of us gay people these days. Let's face it, everyone want it, most people are having it and despite those with aspirations within the elergy or various religious sects, sex isn't exactly perceived as sinning anymore.
In fact. It's arguably one of the most central aspect of the gay scene/culture - getting sex, having it, enjoying it, celebrating it, etc.
In the past, while holding onto my glass of bollinger - than - thou image of sexual conservativeness, intent on "saving myself" for Romeo. I must confess I secretly reised myself on a pedestal above those, including many friends, who were much more liberated in their sex lives.
Having once read a statictic which claimed the average 35 yrs old gay guy had between 50 to 100 sexual partners. I dismissed that seemingly axaggerated figure as indicrous however, after passing my mid-forties last March, those statistics, I admit, are ganning more and more credence.
Today, promiscuility seems to be acceptable, while sexual conservativeness seems to bare the social stigma. It's not so much about labels anymore as it is about what sex can offer us to improve or sustain a healthy lifestyle. Let there be no ilisions, sex like life, can only much of a good thing is too much, can be quite tricky.... or is there such a thing as too much? Many of us have been guilty, and possibly still are, of looking to sex for thing or answer it can possibly give us.
Countless times I have painted the perfect picture in my mind of a guy I have known a few hours, unable to comprehend how two people can work so well together in the bedroom yet so disastrously in a relationship, or even just on a date, even when our star sign are the perfect match!
And may be sex is so addictive because like most things that provide us with euphonic pleasure, it is purely an escape. In the bedroom, we can go places and convey ourselves in ways which just aren't practical or realistic in our everyday lives. Sex, like most hedoristic things in life, has become a billion dollar industry, late night adverstisements target the desperate and dateless, while the "dotcom" are has cashed in on it's ability to sell sex to anyone anywhere, anytimes.
That gets me thinking....... When I instinctively purchase another pair of Jeans or the latest D&G glasses on my credit, is it purely my love of fashion that drives me to buy things I simply can't affords, or is it subconsciously their appeal towards my sex life?
May be there are more similarities between myself and a call boy that I thought - we both give ourselves to strangers and are driven by materialistic needs that are intert wined with sex. Is sex possibly a deversion from the thought of what we really want or from the realisation of what we don't have?
While another generation of gay people struggle to define it's meaning about boundaries, one thing is for sure, it is fabolous and for all it's faults, effort and ambiguilty, it continues to keep us smilling....
So, shall we all think of it? and yes tell me your comment about this..... Cos keep me wondering... course the more sex I get the biggest smile I will give... :))
Till then, you guys take a good care and be fun and be safe....
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