A Plea For Common Sex

Few would doubt the veracity of sex as a cornerstone of life. In fact, it is the beginning of life and, in the stuff of urban legend, sometimes the reason for its end. At the beginning of our life as a race it was raw and animalistic, a state it lost and never regained until the 1960s then lost again. For sheer finesse and advancement in sex the high point was the Nineteenth Century when the Victorian Era drove much unbridled sex underground and quantity was by necessity replaced by quality: Queen Victoria therefore truly became the Mother of Invention. Throughout its history sex has been sold. It is and always has been a commodity. Today it is the prime disposable commodity. One minute it is there, next minute it is not, then its there again. For some of us, it lasts even longer. But we all use it, then lose it, and then use it again. Some even abuse it. All have the capacity to enjoy it. Those who don’t or can’t would do well to look at technique—easily fixed (write to me), or conditioning—change your church. There is no reason why, in some capacity and in some form, we can’t all enjoy sex; the Internet has made sure of that. Of course there is a downside or two to sex: some children actively cringe at the thought of their parents still “doing it.” There are some people I cringe at the thought of their doing it as well, but we won’t go there (I hear the cry of “cop out”). But in general terms, to paraphrase the Mitre 10 Mega man, “Sex is Good”, though his actual saying, “Big is Good” is also relevant…I’m told. So, whilst we all get wrapped up in the packaging of modern life: politics, fashion, gossip, race relations and politics again and, in this, Fryday is no different and is indeed a key culprit, here’s plea for once in a while let’s just talk about sex. Let’s make a promise to ourselves to move on from the era of elections to that of erections. I’m up for it!

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