Too Much Sex? I Don’t Think So
So many issues and discussions have come up lately to prompt me to write this. There seems to be a general consensus that we are constantly bombarded by sexual images and that that is a bad thing. I have to say up front that I strongly disagree.
The problem is a very uptight society whose obsession with repressing and condemning anything sexual is superseded only by its inability to resist effective marketing tactics. Fear and condemn the naked body, desire, and arousal, but by all means do not hesitate to use them to sell things. And if you can combine the two, all the better! (Example: showing the Paris Hilton pantyless photos to draw in traffic to an article condemning her for the behavior)
I long for the day when we shed the inhibitions and condemnation that dampen and taint our natural ability to simply be sexual and feel good about it. The day when if a woman wears something sexy or revealing, no one acts like there is some reason to condemn her for it. When being overtly sexual and sexual orientation are both non-issues. I long for the day when people can accept the fact that they become aroused without fearing their own arousal. When the flitter of physical pleasure that you might feel in the shower or when the seam of your jeans rubs you just right is just a happy part of life, not an embarrassment. The day when the phrase “wondering eyes” has no meaning, because we all accept that it is completely normal to enjoy looking at those around us when they look good.
Yes, I long for the day when the term “public indecency” is a joke. When refraining from breastfeeding in public is condemned as unhealthy for your child. When public displays of affection are considered a good sign, a sign that we are becoming a healthier, more loving (and therefore more moral) society, rather than a sign that we’re all “going to Hell in a handbasket.”
The most recent post I’ve read on the subject was “The Golden Age”, by Lisabet Sarai. While I don’t agree with everything she says, her overall message really speaks to me. I think that any disagreement we may have on the subject is generational, and maybe her very fortunate opportunity to take full advantage of “the golden age” as she calls it, in some strange way gives her a more idealistic view of sexual condemnation than my own. What I mean is, her point of reference is very different, and it was a blessed and unique time.
My parents were of the age to enjoy that special time, but they did not take advantage of it. So, while I was told about it, it didn’t really count. The free love era was passed down to me as mostly an anomaly. However, I was also taught that society in general was becoming ever more lax and liberal in its view of sex. That was completely inaccurate. When I was a child showing cleavage and butt cheeks was just summer wear. Now it’s, well, it’s a whole different story. Now it’s a statement!
When I was a child it was not weird, criminal, shocking, or perverted to admit that teenagers had, or at least thought about and tried to have, sex. Now it’s sick and criminal. So sick and criminal that if a teenage girl gets caught sending a nude photo of herself to her boyfriend, of her own free will, she is legally labeled and prosecuted as a pedophile. Would someone please explain to me how one commits a sex crime against oneself?
No, I don’t think we are exposed to too much sex. I think we are exposed to too little. I think that until we start to accept sexual desire and arousal for what it is, a natural and hardwired thing like hunger for food, we will continue to suffer and force suffering on others for no reason.
So, Say it with me folks…”Sex is good!!! Sex is our friend…”