Sex is everywhere. It offers its sultry smile from billboards, it beckons us with taut bodies on our TV and movie screens. It is hard to avoid from the highway to the checkout line (“27 ways to make your lover hot”). The most private act is now part of detailed public discussion.
Somehow, none of this is sexy. Sugar, salt and MSG laden fast food excites yet dulls the palette, leaving us unable to appreciate the subtle taste of unadulterated food. I wonder if this MSG version of sexuality dulls our sexual and romantic palette leaving us craving for more and more excitement while obtaining less and less joy.
The recent post on Girl Game discussing threesomes and the new procedure called vajazzling makes me wonder what is wrong with simplicity.
On the Girl Game thread, doug1 said that:
There is hardly an alpha male alive in the Western highly sexualized world, nor many betas, who hasn’t fantasized about FMF threesomes. Most real alphas, or a great many of them anyway, have done them.
Really? Have we (or at least those mythical alphas) become so jaded that one woman at a time is not enough? Curiosity aside, I have never really fantasized about a threesome. It seems more about acrobatics than pleasure. It seems like the over-salted fast food version of the real thing.
Vanilla is one of the under appreciated flavors, it can (when done well) offer richness, depth and subtlety that more “vibrant” flavors lack. Two people together can enjoy and intensity of emotion and sensation that I cannot see been improved by adding ingredients.
I understand that variety is the spice of life. I am not making any prudish or moral comment on those that want to indulge in more exotic fare. I am just asking if more is always better. If a man cannot be turned on by the women he is with (or her by him), then perhaps the problem will not be solved by adding another person. Will adding super-glued crystals (talk about pimping my ride) to her pubic area make a woman more alluring? Can two people no longer enjoy the simple pleasure of warm flesh meeting warm flesh? Can an x-rated version of Twister really better the intensity of passion of two lovers?
Perhaps I need to “get out more.” Perhaps I need to read the Internet less. Perhaps if I were more alpha, I would feel different. Whatever the reason, for now, I will stick with the simpler pleasures.
[Is the torturing of metaphors in this post a sign of sadomasochistic tendencies. I hope not. Is bad writing about sex, better than no writing about sex?]