I read this in Distracted’s blog this morning:
“How many times have you had sex in one day?” he asked.
“Wait. Did you mean how many people in one day or how many times with the same person?”
“NICE!” he declared with a high five.
It’s part of a bigger post which you might want to read entirely, for context, and also because this girl has a true gift for writing. But the style was not what concerned me, it was more so the content, or better yet what the content spurred for me and what it made me think.
The first thing I thought of was “How did we get to this and why?” You remember before, when sex was a bit of a taboo and somewhat precious? I do. And way before my time, when sex was something you had with just a few people, if not only one? I don’t remember that, but I have seen it and heard about it, and I guess fantasized about that time a bit.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude. I love and enjoy sex as much as the next person. I’m a scorpio, for pete’s sake, sex drives me. But, there’s something about it being sacred, about it being saved to be shared with someone special that allures me. I’m not suggesting we go back to the 1800s and be all pure and cast, if that was even the case then, but I can dream of it, and wonder where would we be if we considered sex more sacred than we do now.
The mere fact that a boy, a man, would ask a women something like this, openly, and have it be ok, just rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t know, it might be the whole online dating, no boundaries, tasteless emails I’ve been getting lately, but I miss the romance, the decorum, the subtleness of it all. Or, as a friend of mine used to say, I might just belong to a different era, I might just have been born after my time.