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September 9, 2011

Sex & The Modern Man


A very good friend of mine is having a sexual renaissance. And no, "friend" is not code for me.

The infamous McKinley libido is both a blessing and a curse. On the upside, its doubtful that I'll ever tire of wanting, craving it. On the downside, Its doubtful that I'll ever stop wanting, craving it.

Recently when listening to the Eurythmics classic Missionary Man, the lyrics "...and if I had a dollar bill for all the things I've done, there'd be a mountain of money piled up to my chin." rang out like a soliloquy for my sexually adventurous past. A mountain...as in McKinley. I've always believed that sex is a perfectly acceptable contact sport for single people. And I have played the court accordingly, mind you. Match set.

Back to said friend.

He jokingly asides "Don't judge me!" just before he commences divulging his recent adventures. The 'regulars', the Grindr hook-ups. The friends with benefits. Its all terribly scintillating, and for a moment I think to myself "You're single, why aren't you getting laid?" After all Michael likes sex. A lot. I contemplate base jealousy. Then I think better of it. Excited for him in his endeavors of pleasure perhaps, but jealous? No. In this technology driven world we live in, its never been easier for a person singular to have all the NSA (that would be 'no strings attached' for all of you puritanical folk) fun they can muster the stamina for. Truth be told, its not that difficult to get laid, if its laid that you wanna get.

I'll admit there's a desire within to transcend all of the bullshit and trappings that come with sex as a single person. It seems that with age, many of my friends have removed the shackles binding sex and romantic love. However I'm finding that as I grow older, the connection between heart, brain, and penis grows even more succinct.
 
I can tell you honestly these emotions are not colored by any religious or societal pressures.Yet sharing the vessel that contains my soul seems like a trickier proposition than it used to be. Is this a function of maturation, emotional preservation, or is it spiritual growth? Where am I going with all of this? I'm not entirely sure, because I'm so horny. I just know that these days, before I give you a piece of this, its pretty much a sure bet that you're going to care about this. Because I do.

Can a modern gay man strike balance between enlightenment and sexual liberation? I'll try not to trip on the underwear around my ankles and let you know how it all plays out.

1 comment:

William H G Godwin (III) said...

Well, you are terribly modern, we've always said that about you, and you know our views on damp patches and missed periods. If you sit quietly it should go away.

Dear sir as always you ask some very good questions, and I love the smell of metaphysics in the morning.

The key thing is to take care and always put safety before pleasure, that's what I tell my 4 year old goddaughter, and she is renowned for ignoring my every word - how she will suffer in the will.

I always linked sex with love, but wished I didn't and now when I'm old enough to see the light - I don't care, and just sit in a darkened room listening to the BBC.

Keep us posted as you step through the sticky puddles of life's adventures. Buzz buzz!

Buzz Out!

Buzz Out!