Taboo Plaza

Let's talk about sex, but not just about sex.  In someway, each one of us has a relationship with sex.  Even if it is 'no sex' we still have some relationship to sex.  On the surface, sex incites emotions in us.  Inside sex, it just feels good when done well. 

Call it all together whatever you want (e.g. sin, ecstasy, an abomination) sex motivates each and every one of us.  Sex makes us want to do something or say something.  We almost cannot not respond to sex.  Even if our effort is one of stoic endurance, we respond.  Sex makes us want to say or do something.

We don't always understand what sex makes us want to do or say.  So we say and do really psychotic things while we try (or don't try) to find an appropriate response to sex.  We each have our own personally delightful way of responding.

We take part in sexual activities we don't want to talk about.  Many times people try to attribute this not wanting to talk about sex to shame.  I think it's because sex is something you do more than something you talk about.  Talking about sex doesn't generally have the same thrill as stimulation of the genitals.  Even if somebody is really good at talking about sex the conversation will get boring after fifteen minutes to an hour including some form of orgasmic reaction.

Orgasmic!

It's a nice word.  It feels good.  It's fun to say.  It might even make you smile.  Outrage flows from 'orgasmic' as much as the generally associated fluids.  We're outraged for spousal infractions against sexual relation ownership rights.  We're outraged for sexual relations outside of marriage.  Homosexual relations has a category all its own reserved for outrage and scorn.  Sex outrages us as a species.  Sex focuses us on a commonality we share.

And we argue bitterly over our commonality.

Gross blanket sentiment heaps in the face of people doing.  Repetitious sentiment increases in volume while two sides form.  A third faction sensibly remove themselves from the ensuing chaos of emotion and negativity absolving themselves of ever having an impact on the final conclusion. 

As if there is ever a final conclusion!

Ideology does not argue.  Ideology repeats itself for fear of being wrong.  Each moment we experience is at least slightly different than every moment before it.  As life unfolds we find ourselves responding to each moment.  If we proceed with rationality and acceptance of what we are as beings, we will find that our road is still in front of us.  If we approach each moment with ideology, we seek to make sense of something that has not yet happened.

We may not like what we've been thrown into, but it is what we have together.

So how does this relate back to sex?  It seems we find ourselves in the moments we let happen to us.  We might think we can plan our future, but no one really knows if we have the ability to create ourselves.  We don't have the data to suggest that one person can write their own agenda and then take credit for what they are today.  Or tomorrow.

We are human and we are assigned to exist in err.  To err is human...  We know that much for sure.

In a sense, we're all random patterns doing the things we each do in our life.  We recognize what's going on around us even when we don't know what's going on around us.  When we don't talk about what we're doing things just happen. 

Sex is a lot like that.  Growing up, I could talk about wanting to have sex from thirteen to forty-nine but it never meant I was going to have sex with someone other than myself.  I never really knew when I'd get some, but over the course of my life opportunities arose to invade the personal space of someone else.  I imagine it happens the same way with many other people, but they don't talk about it like that because ideology has killed sex.

Ideology is killing us!

Ideology doesn't recognize the moment.  Our random patterns work better when we recognize ourselves for what we are.  Recognize the dirty things we are that we don't want to talk about as well as the things in us showing hope for the species.  When we recognize our patterns in the patterns of those around us, we begin to show care for those around us. 

Randomly we've all got the answers, but not one of us can make it happen.