Writing these entries has inspired me to think more critically about sexuality in general, and the stereotypes associated with it. I’ve been reading a lot of blogs and articles lately on the subject, from professionals and laymen alike, but mostly personal accounts from people struggling with issues related to my own. (In particular, I find the blogs of MsTitty, Fuck & Schmuck, and Lynn very insightful when it comes to sexuality, yet representing very different sides of a multifaceted issue.) Everyone takes a different approach and has wildly differing opinions on the subject. So, I thought I would weigh in on the matter.
EDIT: I would be remiss to not also mention Sexual Life of a Wife and TerriblyTorn13. I love their stories.
I find it troubling that so many people are bothered by being hypersexual. Modern western society is all about empowering the individual to be the individual. Everyone is different, everyone has his or her own needs and wants and desires. You are a beautiful and unique snowflake, Tyler Durden, and you are entitled to pursue your dreams, whatever the cost, come Hell or high water. You want to go climb Everest? Don’t forget your supplemental oxygen. You want to stand on the corner playing music? Here’s your tip hat, hope you like fedoras. You want to write? Here’s a new blogging website just for you. Ours is a culture of entitlement and personal success, and you are encouraged to pursue whatever wishes and dreams give you the strength to get up in the morning.
Why, then, do people feel guilty about wanting to pursue the pleasure of sex?
This isn’t a rhetorical question. I really don’t get it. Sure, sex is dirty. It’s wet, slippery, sweaty, exhausting, smelly. Pick your adjective. But it’s also incredibly beautiful. It’s personal. Intimate. It’s you giving everything you are to someone else. And it is fucking glorious. It’s the one thing that the majority of people can agree that they love to do. So why do we so often feel ashamed of engaging in what is arguably America’s real favorite pastime?
If I had to pick a response–the usual gun to the head give me an answer scenario–I would say it’s because, as forward-thinking as we like to be, our culture’s approach to sex is still so fucking draconian. One man and one woman, period. Promiscuity is to be avoided at all costs, and open relationships are in direct defiance of the societal norms. And God forbid you even think of trying anything homosexual, because if it’s not gonna produce babies, then it must be wrong.
Quick factoid. All those religious arguments against homosexuality based on Biblical scripture are based on one of the first Jewish laws, that a good Hebrew was to procreate and populate the earth. Homosexuality in and of itself, as an act of lovemaking to your same sex, wasn’t taboo. It was wasting a baby-making opportunity that was frowned upon. If you doubt this, I recommend researching Hebrew religious law, particular the history of Leviticus. It will blow your mind.
Back on topic now. I don’t think that our society’s view on sex is a product of religious morals. Not anymore, anyway. Originally, yes, certainly. But with the rise of the scientific method and a general turning away from religion, there must be something else driving it. Again, if I were to posit an answer, I would cite two reasons: 1) Entitlement, and 2) Infringement.
First, entitlement. We, as unique snowflakes in pursuit of our dreams, believe we are entitled to happiness. Hell, it’s even in the U.S. Declaration of Independence–”…that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” This is the basis of our culture. And sex makes us happy. Therefore, we are entitled to it.
Second, infringement. You, as a snowflake competing for your happiness atop my snowy mound, are not entitled to your happiness when it infringes upon mine. Therefore, denying sex to me when it would otherwise make me happy makes you an obstacle to be surmounted. And if you leave me, or give my God-given right to sex to someone else, then you are a traitor to the American way of life.
Couple entitlement and infringement, and you end up with the monogamous relationships so common today. One man and one woman, committed to each other at face value, but often pursuing the elusive Side-Tail. Jealousy runs rampant. Divorce skyrockets when couples realize that their capital-aych-Happiness is not theirs alone, but being shared with Someone Else. It’s a recipe for disaster, a cauldron bubbling over with overpossessive assholes, codependent pricks, and dishonest jerks generated by a system at odds with our desire to just be fucking happy. Hell, I’m one of ‘em. (Well, dishonest, anyway. Never been much for jealousy, and I’m too independent to be needy.)
I don’t think this is ever going to change. At least, not within my lifetime. It will be a very long time, if ever, before people realize that the happiness of their genitals need not depend on being in or around the same other set of genitals forever. But this doesn’t mean that we, and by we I mean sexually obsessed or otherwise hypersexual people, should be ashamed of our wants and needs. Hell, I think we should embrace them. It’s not always that easy, since finding other people who share your particular viewpoints and proclivities can be incredibly difficult, but isn’t that sort of the point of all this, being happy and comfortable with who and what you are?
Society wants us to be unique, except when it strays from what they define as “unique” and borders on “deviant”. Then we’re something to be shunned, or mocked, or objectified, or even pitied. I say fuck that. If the world wants us to be ourselves, I say, do it. Don’t give a shit what they think or say, live your life how you want to live it. Never let yourself be shoehorned into a stereotype, into feeling as though you must, by default, feel and behave a certain way. Own your life, and own your dreams. Do what feels right to you. If your behavior produces ghosts and demons, as mine does, then so be it.
At least they will be your ghosts and demons.
Hmm. I’m not exactly sure where I’ve gone with this. I seem to have ended up someplace totally different from where I had intended to arrive. Ahh, the joys of writing from the heart.