I’d like to go on record as supporting Anubis noble cause. Just think of the myriad of problems of the world that we could have solved had we put effort into more intellectual threads rather than pornish threads.
For the record, several of the threads were entertaining, insightful, or informative. But you had to inevitably wade through a lot of show-off posts or second-rate humor to get to them.
You’re a good woman, Anubis, and I for one think you deserve a better response to your OP than what you got. Kudos for sticking your neck out. You’ve a lot more courage than most.
Ahem, allow me to be bold (though I already smell the flames coming).
You cannot pose a question about why people are so obsessed with sex without becoming scorched on these boards. People tend to think that regarding sex as essential to an individual’s existence is part of what makes you mature. I’ve always noticed that the guys who snicker in the back of the classroom about sex are the same ones who perceive getting wet toilet paper to stick to the ceiling for longer than all of their friends as the highest honor.
The fact is that sex is very serious. People get HIV, herpes, and a whole slew of other diseases from it when they have such a cavalier attitude about it. To joke about it in the face of a serious question is sort of like telling a joke about drunk driving. When you try to approach it from an intellectual standpoint, people will fight to be the first to make a crude comment and then pat themselves on the back for their “witticism.” Sex should be an act of love, but often gets turned into a pursuit of self gratification. That is why it rarely comes with commitment (IMHO, pre-marital sex). Many people believe that people should just have sex with someone they just met. These people should be committed, but they rarely are because this is considered normal behavior.
Some people just aren’t very bright. Their thoughts come primarily from between their legs, not from between their ears. When you ask them why they are like this, you cannot expect a very rational answer…just watch as this thread continues.
No, you’ve got it wrong. Masterbation is self-gratification and’ll grow hair on your palms. Sex is the art of gratifying others. Have you been doing it wrong all this time? :eek:
Try caramel. Trust me on this. Better, perhaps I could demonst…
Damn…now I need another cold shower.
And a quick poll:
Any Doper Babes turned on by Dale-The-Missionary-Position-Only-and-Only-then-For-the-Purposes-of-Procreation-AND-YOU’D-BETTER-NOT-ENJOY-IT’s reprimands? Because if a stern lecture and maybe a little spanking is what you’re looking for, I assure you, I can be much…um…stricter…than Dale-The-Missionary-Position-Only-and-Only-then-For-the-Purposes-of-Procreation-AND-YOU’D-BETTER-NOT-ENJOY-IT. [sup]*[/sup]
Fenris-Hanging-the-Rafters
*Anyone else get a mental picture of Dale-The-Missionary-Position-Only…etc kicking a pebble, hands shoved deep in his pockets, and shoulders slouched saying “mutter…th’ other kids g’t tuh have sex. I never g’t tuh have sex.”
All right, I will give a serious response to some of the things Dale and others have said, because I’ve been thinking about it.
Sure, sex can kill you. So can a lot of other things. I could get creamed by a Mack truck on my way to the supermarket to buy a quart of ice cream. Ice cream isn’t worth dying over either, but I’m not going to cower in my house because I’m afraid something bad is going to happen to me.
So now I hear you saying, “But those two situations aren’t really analogous.” Fine. Let me give you another example. I was a fan of the climber Alex Lowe. I heard him talk once, and was captivated by his enthusiasm for his sport. He was considered one of the finest rock climbers in the world. He was killed by an avalanche a couple of years ago. Many people criticized him for continuing to climb because he had a wife and children, but it was something that he loved, that brought him enormous pleasure. This I think is a little more similar, in that it’s something that is a voluntarily undertaken activity.
Now, sex isn’t the end-all and be-all of my existence, but it is important to me. It is, I sincerely believe, a basic human drive. Now, because we are civilized people we can and should keep those impulses under control. What that means is that I don’t knock down the good looking guy in the produce aisle and do the nasty with him there amongst the cabbages. It doesn’t mean I don’t think about it, and it doesn’t mean I don’t talk about it with my friends. It certainly doesn’t mean I pretend that I don’t have a sex drive.
I understand and sympathize with those people who aren’t comfortable with discussing sex openly, but most of the sex threads are pretty obvious and easy to avoid. I also understand and sympathize with people who feel that sex should be confined to marriage or a committed relationship. I just don’t happen to agree with you. That doesn’t mean I’m incapable of any deeper thought. I just think joking about sex is fun, because I think sex is fun.
Life is full of risks. I believe the best way to deal with that is to take reasonable precautions and then quit worrying so much about it because life is fucking random when you really come down to it. I wear my seatbelt, I stay alert when on the road, and I use condoms. I realize my risk is not zero, but it’s low enough that I can live with it. I’ve come to grips with both my mortality and my sexuality.
If the SDMB is a place to talk, ask questions, make jokes about and explore new areas of things we think about, then why not sex? As a percentage of time people spend on any one specific thing, sex has got to be up there above Star Wars, riddles,cold hot sauce, or Dopefests.*
Stop raining on my parade, prude.
[sub]*: a small sampling of threads on page one of MPSIMS[/sub]
Holy jumping nekkid jesus taking a Sunday morning shit!!! Sex can be bad for you!!!
Lemme light another cigarette and have a shot of bourbon after eating a cheeseburger and opening my white powder ridden mail while I ponder this new revelation. I might even have to think about this when I drive 70mph for 30 miles to work in the morning.
Life causes death. Some things just speed it up a little. If you don’t like sex, don’t fuck. Don’t want to read about sex? Don’t open sex threads. Pissed off cuz other people fuck and talk about it? Tough shit. Some people think it’s evil to eat meat, wear fur, own a gun, speak your mind, vote, go commando, fart in public, dress provocatively, pick your nose, wear socks with sandals, drink coffee with skim milk (I agree by the way, it is evil), enjoy Keanu Reeves movies, drink Shirley Temples, want to fuck Shirley Temple, enjoy Tequila <snicker>, flirt on the boards… for sex… about sex… wanting sex, driving to Kentucky to fuck someone they’ve never met, letting dogs eat pork chops from human lips, bitching about your fast food job, and so on and so forth… Get the fuck over it, get bent over something and fucked, hell, just get fucked… preferably very well. It’s fun. Double wrap Johnny if you are scared.
I would have never said a word in this whole thread, except the writer of the OP opened her own sex thread out of curiousity, then has the fucking nerve to cry about people talking about sex. No, sex is not all we think about. Had the OP writer looked at MORE than the sex threads, she’d have known that, but apparently it’s much more fun to bitch about what other people talk about… especially when they talk about things that interest her, obviously. Stop pissing on my parade, I like sex… lots of it… often. But I think about much more… even during sex. Especially during sex… (it makes it last longer, thus I look better, thus I get more sex).
So… about that orgy… Where and when? I am soooooo there!!!