THE 40-YEAR-OLD VIRGIN
By turns cute, silly, hilarious, sweet, crazy, and corny as hell.
Mainstream sex talk certainly has gotten explicit.
I spent half the film lusting for this girl in front of me who kept turning to her boyfriend and laughing. She looked unfairly cute. I leaned forward and saw her hand was in her boyfriend's crotch area. I felt jealous, but I didn't think of this cute girl later when I was on my knees in bed and getting my cock fellated by my movie date one way I like it--rapidly jerked across closed lips with an outstretched tongue--though moments earlier I had thought of a coworker while I was tonguing my date's pussy.
It IS a rich source of humor, sex, how we're always focused on what we don't get, can't have, or what someone else might be having. Well, almost always.
Sometimes, watching a movie like that, seeing how women dress and tease these days, enjoying this site, it seems as if, much too late, the real sexual revolution has arrived, where we can laugh and play and have fun and not be so uptight about it all. Where it's not a big deal and a cause for gender warfare, crossed swords, and quick-triggered accusations. When it's consequence-free, largely, and a matter of choice, unfettered and consensual.
And then I think the next step is to take all this playful, curious, experimenting joy--free it of its shackles--and use that libidinal energy to transform the rest of the world, so that we're playful all the time with one another. Or most of the time. Or some of the time. So that we're relaxed and focusing not on the things other have that we don't, but on the things we all have and can share. Hopelessly corny, that thought is, but I've been dwelling on it lately.
By turns cute, silly, hilarious, sweet, crazy, and corny as hell.
Mainstream sex talk certainly has gotten explicit.
I spent half the film lusting for this girl in front of me who kept turning to her boyfriend and laughing. She looked unfairly cute. I leaned forward and saw her hand was in her boyfriend's crotch area. I felt jealous, but I didn't think of this cute girl later when I was on my knees in bed and getting my cock fellated by my movie date one way I like it--rapidly jerked across closed lips with an outstretched tongue--though moments earlier I had thought of a coworker while I was tonguing my date's pussy.
It IS a rich source of humor, sex, how we're always focused on what we don't get, can't have, or what someone else might be having. Well, almost always.
Sometimes, watching a movie like that, seeing how women dress and tease these days, enjoying this site, it seems as if, much too late, the real sexual revolution has arrived, where we can laugh and play and have fun and not be so uptight about it all. Where it's not a big deal and a cause for gender warfare, crossed swords, and quick-triggered accusations. When it's consequence-free, largely, and a matter of choice, unfettered and consensual.
And then I think the next step is to take all this playful, curious, experimenting joy--free it of its shackles--and use that libidinal energy to transform the rest of the world, so that we're playful all the time with one another. Or most of the time. Or some of the time. So that we're relaxed and focusing not on the things other have that we don't, but on the things we all have and can share. Hopelessly corny, that thought is, but I've been dwelling on it lately.
Consequence free? STD and preggo? Hurt feelings and religion hangups seems to be all we have left. Give us anotehr hundred years. Damn.... I'll be dead. FUCK.