There have been a variety of responses to my first post. My mom commented on my first post (hola mami!), and someone had a terrible case of gastroenteritis while reading, (drink more fluids!). However, many legitimate concerns emerged: should I keep my name attached to the blog? Will I regret this ten years down the road? I’m sure when my name is in the applicant pool, I will be googled, and one of the things my possible employer might see is a plethora of my sexcapades. This certainly won’t help my chances of being hired (or maybe it will), but this led me to a very important question: what is so bad about sex? Sex is a basic instinct, but so is hunger, and people do not get in trouble for having photos of them chowing down on a piece of cake that is bigger than my head. The American view on sexuality is one of the biggest paradoxes; at times we are so ashamed of sex that some people freeze up at the very mention of the word, but at the same time, people become successful in our society just based on their sex appeal and sexuality (ahem, my girl Britney Spears). I have no idea why this is the way it is. It could be religion (specifically Christianity), in which we are taught to resist any dirty sexual urges, and do something less fulfilling (missionary position anyone?). But at the same time, countries like France, which has a long history of religion, are much more relaxed about sex; I mean they have the Moulin Rouge.
This attitude in which people are ashamed of sex and having people find out, has affected almost every one. For example, I lost my virginity to this girl I was madly in love with, after we were done, she high fived me and said “we’re fuck buddies now, but don’t tell anyone.” So many things are wrong with this, first, who high fives after sex? Second, why would she be quick to hide the fact that we had sex? I mean, in looks I give myself a six (drunken seven), and the sex was good. I mean, she made it clear that she was in it for hooking up, not for my charm and wit.
So this feeling in which we feel ashamed for wanting to feel good and have fun, which leads us to feel bad about our bodies, and makes it really hard for us to let go and lose ourselves in the moment, which I feel is essential to being happy.
Anyway, I believe The Di Vinci Load is on pay per view, so I must depart.
Stay sexy,
Dylan