Let's talk about sex baby

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Now to introduce this topic, please give a warm welcome to Salt 'n' Peppa...


"Let's talk about sex, baby

Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about all the good things
And the bad things that may be
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex
Let's talk about sex


Let's talk about sex for now to the people at home or in the crowd

It keeps coming up anyhow
Don't decoy, avoid, or make void the topic
Cuz that ain't gonna stop it
Now we talk about sex on the radio and video shows
Many will know anything goes
Let's tell it how it is, and how it could be
How it was, and of course, how it should be..."

That's right, I touched on it recently in 50 Shades (and yes there may be a lot of sexual inuendo in this text), but decided that it needed it's own mentioning. Especially when it comes to sex and promiscuity. I recently had the pleasure of sitting next to a pair of girls in a cafe who were gosipping about their friend who - "like, OMG went home with some random guy the other night that she had just met in the club"...

Promiscuous definition: "Promiscuity, in human sexual behavior, is the practice of casual sex with multiple sexual partners.[1] The term can carry a moral judgement and is viewed in the context of a mainstream social ideal for sexual activity to take place within exclusive committed relationships. A common example of behavior viewed as promiscuous within the mainstream social ideals of many cultures is a one-night stand."

I also found this definition which is also quite fitting in it's own way..
"Promiscuous mode, a configuration where a network card passes all traffic it receives to the CPU, rather than just the packets addressed to it"


Now for those of us that are not fortunate enough to have met the love of our life straight out of high school, and who, do in fact enjoy this physical act, there are not many options. So hold on to your britches ladies and gentleman, I am about to say something that has the potential to stun and draw disapproving looks... I myself, not only love sex, but... have also been partial to the odd one-night stand! *A gasp of disgust ripples through the moral crowd* That is right, sex, with a stranger, with no intention of getting married, or even going out for breakfast for that matter, just ONE night, a physical act followed by the niceties of leaving in the morning - both parties maintaining all pretenses that we 'should do it again'; but both knowing this will be nothing more than a good story for the friends, or a night best forgotten.

So, now that we have got over the initial shock of mentioning sex AND one-night stands, lets delve a little harder, I mean deeper shall we...

Now I am no feminist, but though we have come so far as a society - we allow same-sex marriages/unions, there is surrogacy so gay or lesbian couples can have children, there are even Apps for those wanting to have sex, so you can see who is available within a certain radius... however the idea of promiscuity is still highly targeted at women, being labelled terms like 'slut', whereas the male equivalent is 'stud' or 'player' - neither of the masculine term are inherently negative or express disapproval. This has lead to guilt often being associated with sex for females; I have most definitely not always told some girlfriends if I 'pulled', for fear of their judgement - even though this is mostly irrational, as my girlfriends are amazing - especially at this age, you generally only have those in your life that make you feel good, love you for who you are, and definitely do not judge. So why the guilt?

In the bigger scheme of things though, who really cares?? I am alost 100% sure that guys never deny if they have had sex (unless it happens to be with one of their mates Mrs..), even if she, well, let's just say - wasn't the greatest stunner... they generally still manage to have a laugh about it. Is it just how we naturally are, or has society impacted the way we (females) view sex and what it means?

Now of course it is true that sex is more meaningful when it is with someone you care for, and still the best sex I have ever had was with an ex-boyfriend. And as mentioned before, unfortunately it seems I have crossed some invisible line where one-night stands no longer seem to do it for me; it doesn't change the fact that I wish I had embraced it a little more - I don't mean had more sex (I have had my fair share). I mean every time I walked away from a one-night stand, other than worrying what I look like to the passer-by - as it was quite obvious that walking out of an apartment with a filthy dress, and one shoe (who knows why) - that this is not something you typically do when you leave your boyfriend's house... 




No other than this, every one-night stand I have ever had, has left me with a certain companion (again don't jump to conclusions here...) - I am talking about GUILT. No real rhyme or reason as to why guilt should be felt, it was just there, walking home with me reciting a similar conversation as the girls in the cafe were having.

side note: when you are extremely drunk, what is it you do to get your clothes so filthy? I have woken up with a dress covered in what I could only imagine was dance floor grime, as if I had been doing the Homer Simpson move where he lies on the ground and runs round and round in circles - which I suppose given some of my drunken states is kind of likely... but seriously, what is that drunken grime?? (And before you again jump to conclusions, I can proudly say I have never had sex in a bar, in the toilets, alley-way or any other similar place for that matter - actually I have had sex on a beach before, but who hasn't??..)

Anyway I digress; I don't really know where else to go with this, it was just a random thought. So you may as well finish by listening to this..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ydrtF45-y-g

Wishing you all love, prosperity and failing that - at least great sex without the guilt!!








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