Thinking about sex

 I admit it. I’m thinking about sex.

I’m thinking about how humans turned evolution’s practical solution into something miraculous, perverse, pleasurable, painful, intimate, kinky, casual, tension relieving, dangerous, mindless, meaningful, inventive, social and more.

I’m thinking of sex, peaking in intensity long before the adolescent brain knows how to deal with it.

I’m thinking of sex as the engine of advertising and marketing.

I’m thinking about STD’s.

I’m thinking about sex and love.

I’m thinking about sex as the story driver of comedy, tragedy and romance.

I’m thinking of sexy attire from Jagger to Beyonce, from rock to rap, from Victoria’s Secret to Pure Romance, from stilettos to Tom of Finland.

I’m thinking of the sexual politics of gender: men who measure their worth by their genitals; women’s bodies given full frontal exposure while male genitals still remain too sacred or powerful to expose; the sexual fashion model body.

I’m thinking of the sex industry: it’s operators, its employees, its workers, its products, its ugly side, its social and human impact.

I’m thinking of sex and spirituality: from the Kama Sutra to the ecstasy of saints to creation myths to sex among the gods to celibacy.

I’m thinking about the sexuality of Jesus, especially in The Last Temptation of Christ.

I’m thinking of all the ways that civilization has tried to manage human sexuality—rules, taboos, laws, social pressures.

I’m thinking of sex among the chimpanzees and the bonobos.

I’m thinking of sex education that’s often missing the sex part.

I’m thinking about sex that won’t give in to aging.

I’m thinking about why I’m thinking about sex.