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Monday, September 14, 2009

Isn't it a great time to be a sex maniac?

So I was browsing Fleshbot a little while ago and remember thinking idly to myself, "Isn't it a great time to be a sex maniac nowadays?"


When I was growing up as a girlfriendless self-conscious timid geek, the options were very limited. Since I was chronically dateless and would stay that way till college, my imagination was forced to work overtime to imagine what it was like in, shall we say, "adult situations".

If I wanted a dose of porn, I had to stay up late, hoping no one would hear me watching bad softcore porn on cable. "Friday After Dark" was the tagline on Cinemax, and while there were a few decent films in the bunch, you really couldn't SEE much and it was mostly left up to the imagination. And I had to keep quiet, with the volume low on the TV and on my own excitement.

I could also rummage in my bookshelves amongst the magazines and withdraw the carefully-hidden Playboy and Penthouse magazines. I'd leaf through them, wishing fervently for a chance to meet women like that some day, excited beyond measure at the stories the readers sent into the Penthouse Forum.  "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me, but.......". I envied them, wishing my life was like that. It never occurred to me until years later that the writers might just be making it up.

Books were another good source, and could be enjoyed at any time. Some fantasy stuff was more risque but less detailed, while the self-help section of the bookstore allowed me to pick up Nancy Friday's Men in Love and My Secret Garden, collections of men's and women's sexual fantasies respectively. As a student later on I would notice the interesting things that these fantasies said about the people who revealed them, but in my hot, sweaty teenage years they were little more than stroke material for me.

And eventually I acquired a couple of porno films on VHS tape (don't even remember how). For the first time I got to see everything in all its detail, and it was both hotter than I'd ever thought and....well, kind of a letdown. Terrible color, grainy footage, and some laughable "acting". It definitely got me hard and hot, but I also remember thinking, "It isn't like that all the time, is it?" Still, that wasn't enough to keep me from coming (pun intended) back to these over and over when I felt the urge...and I felt it a lot.


Nowadays, I look around and think how lucky we are as adults who are comfortable in our own sexuality and see sex for what it is: a hell of a lot of fun and nothing that we should ever be ashamed of. Those of us who love to imagine and fantasize and experience the interesting and new and hot can go online, where a wonder of imagery awaits. On the Interwebnets you can find erotic stories around every corner. Sexy fanfic for dozens of different fandoms is everywhere. Professionally-produced porn can be gotten for free in hundreds of ways and you can replay it to your heart's content in the privacy of your own home. Whatever your pleasure -- vanilla het sex, gay, lesbian, interracial, fetish, or what have you -- you can find something to turn your crank in seconds, if you know where to look. It's a far cry from the days when I had to stay up late watching softcore porn late at night, I tell you.

But what I find most interesting and arousing of all is the tales, photos and videos of real-life experiences that you can ALSO find everywhere, if you know where to look. Sites like XTube and yuvutu have thousands of videos of real-life couples fucking, making love, having sex in hundreds of ways and places and situations. Beautiful Agony has people showing you their O-face but nothing else and it's sexy as hell. Journal sites and weblogs like this one give people ways to share their thoughts and fantasies and turn-ons and, frequently, what they were doing ten minutes ago with their partner!

I admire the hell out of these people for their openness. I admire the way they share themselves with the world at large. I admire the ones who are coming out of their shells, who keep their journals as an exploration, who are trying to open their minds and broaden their horizons. I admire all of that, but what I love most of all is the unabashed, raw, pure sexuality that just drips from every juicy word or picture or video. This is sex, lust, love, fucking at its most primal, its most basic, its most revealing. The words may be polished and reworked, but the situations and experiences I read about here and there on Blogger or Wordpress are a hell of a lot more hot than a piece of professionally-produced porn with pretty plastic people and high-def video.

I love the variety of it all. Here's one who's still sore from where her boyfriend fucked her in the taxi on the way home from the airport. Here's one who got a blowjob from a near-stranger in the study room at college. Here's a girl who just posted a pic of herself nude and is worried what other people will think. Here's one who is still hung over from the night before and still has the marks of Her lash all over his shoulders. Here's a story from a couple who got caught trying to sneak a quickie down at the pier at the beach. Here's a beautiful and heartbreakingly vulnerable declaration of love for each other, written by two people in haiku form. Here's a story from a woman who fucked every member of all three bands on a bill at a club one night, and still wanted more when she was done. Here's a woman who had all three of her "husbands" over last night and realized how much she loved them all.

Incredible. So here's to all of you people, you weird, wonderful, crazy, fucked-up, but above all beautiful people. Thanks for sharing your stories, your thoughts, your experiences. Keep them coming, because real life is always more entertaining than anything else.

Yeah, it's a great time to be a sex maniac.

-- PB


Library Vixen said...

yes yes yes! it is a good time to be.


frances said...