In college, my friends and I would play a game called “Death is Not an Option.” You present participants with two equally gruesome options, and they HAVE to pick one-- death is not an option. Therefore, if you’ve opened this thread, you must answer; death is not an option.
Sex was always a popular topic, and this specific question, if I recall correctly, was pretty widely debated/argued/discussed, and pretty evenly split.
Would you rather:
1)Have an evening of marathon sex with your (opposite sex) parent.
2)Never have sex with another person for the rest of your life.
God. I think I would have to go with no sex the rest of my life. If I did the other, I would be so traumatized and fucked up, sex would probably be impossible anyway.
Interesting results so far. Either I’m misremembering the actual scenario, or the early-20-somethings I ran with couldn’t contemplate a life without sex, cuz there were a lot more people choosing option 1.
Only a bona-fide sex addict (or someone who’s completely naive about the effects of sexual trauma) would pick Door #1. Having sex with one’s parent (much less marathon-style sex) is so fucked up as to be psyche-shattering for pretty much anybody.
To date we have five motherfuckers in this thread (or fatherfuckers, maybe). But for me the choice is easy especially as this wasn’t too wide of the mark.
I didn’t grow up around my dad, so I might not even recognize him. I’m sure it’d be a gross traumatic experience all the same, but I can’t imagine giving sex up for anything.
Obviously I’d rather not. But I don’t know the guy and don’t really have much of a connection with him- it’s a different dynamic. I wouldn’t even recognize him. I bet a lot of the people voting this way have a similar story. Between that or giving up the huge chunk of my identity that is my sexuality (not to mention my current relationship, my chances of a normal marriage, natural conception, etc.), I think I’d knock back a bottle of whiskey and hope it passes quickly so I can go on with my life.
What is this hotbed of celibacy, SDMB? Is this message board the dumping ground for the social outcasts, leftovers, autists, and lonesome retirees? Is this pattern of electrons whizzing through the ether that is SDMB the last-ditch social outlet for those forsaken souls who have none other? Is death not an option because we are but zombies already?
(ETA: And what happens to any males who opt for Marathon Mother only to find that they can’t get it up for it? Do they get credit for trying?)
No more sex, thanks.