Sex, that one time space of seven-heaven bliss. When you were perched
at the moony peak of the hill nirvana and saw all light of the world below you in
a fraction of the earth’s clock. Sex is When you came to know what the
expression ‘EUREKA!’ Truly felt like. Think the first walk on the moon, think
when your crush locked eyes with you for the first time in 7th
grade, think the first flight of Wright brothers, think Dolphins, think renaissance,
think everything great that’s ever happened on earth -- and nothing compares.
I am amazed at how this whole contraption works (if you read ‘contraception’ there's no blaming you or your dirty mind). In all seriousness, what is the deal
about sex that makes people all over the world royally do all of the shit they
do to get it? Or earn it, snatch it, steal it..Technically it is a few minutes. Specifically, it is one moment, THAT moment.
Then what? Nothing. Cuddling, or waking up with a start, un-pocketing
the money, smoking a late lonely cigarette on the porch, or making a quick exit
from the crime scene - depending on your mode of procurement of course.
I know a lot of the romantics out there are going to have a lot to say
to this: That there is a lot more to sex than just post-coital nothingness,
when done in love it figures a whole lot differently, all that. I take it from
you because I never had anything against Shakespeare myself.
The thing is I’m not trying to be a cynic here, though I am one and
that is an entirely different matter, and I’m not trying to force my hatred for
the cliches of the world on you. Though I
have my share of that resentment and that is again an entirely different matter.
And no I don’t advocate masturbation over sex here, don’t consider celibacy, and I am definitely not biologically frigid to question it out of frustration.. In
fact I quite like it. What I’m simply musing over is if the act of copulation
in itself is just goddamn overrated..?
Out of our 8 Life Functions, Reproduction figures as the lone non-essential function to our survival/existence. To the continuance of species though, it becomes essential. So that would mean – in a collective sense sex matters, individually, No. (I’m guessing some of you were thinking orgies reading that). Well that was a plain fact, but if you ask my opinion – It does matter as much to the individual, if not more. Go back to the 8 life functions (If you’re wondering why I haven’t named them all it’s because I don’t want this to become an informative/practically useful post in any manner.)
These brackets sort of trail things off don't they- Anyway so I was asking you to
consider the 8 life functions – take excretion for instance, how does it make
you feel? Light as a feather no doubt. But how apart from that..? Does it bloat
your ego to immense proportions? Do you feel virtually grand about yourself? Definitely
Not. Lets pick another function – Respiration – doesn't lift your self-esteem
either, though on particularly unfortunate occasions of bad breath it does help mortify that alright. Like a faithful friend always stabbing you in the front..
Now you see where it’s coming to – Reproduction aka ‘sex, fornicating, love-making, fucking’ in the 21st century jargon, is that one and ONLY life function which makes you feel good about yourself. The ‘Ain't I hot and desirable’ kind of lip-smacking good (or the ‘I am the MAN, I am THE bloody man’ feeling if you happen to be male.) Entirely the argument? Sex is pleasure, granted. But plain hedonism doesn't account for it being so sought for. Sex will become overrated if it is plainly that. But the bottom line is it isn't plainly that – Sex is every man’s narcissism. Alright, you are wondering aloud: if sex is narcissism, what is masturbation then? You see masturbation isn't self-love, it is self-pity.
But when you make love, you make it chiefly for your own larger good, the good which is called for less in your gonads and more in your miserable little re-assurance hungry mind. Like the highest form of compliment you could be paid for how infinitesimally beautiful and wanted you are. That sweet mirror we got our own love bites on. And it may just be this self-loving streak that makes shit go round on earth, all in the name of sex.
