Quick! Pick some lottery numbers!
Hell, if you’re creepy and stupid only when horny you’re ahead of a lot of people.
Good, bad. I’m the guy with the penis.
Wait, is bonking someone mutually incompatible with appreciating them as a human being? Because I am rather fond of my wife for many reasons, but not the least of them is that she’s good for bonking.
Of course not. I didn’t mean it like that.
Or, sometimes it is, sometimes it isn’t. And, when I think about it, I’m often better at appreciating an attractive lady person as a human being when I’m in a relationship with said lady person. Regular bonking mellows my sexuality right out, with positive knock-on effects.
I’m just saying that my dick has often been the bull in the china shop of my life. There are people I would have been better off leaving alone or being nicer too, instead of trying to bonk them. And they most certainly would have been better off. It would have been much better all around, for everyone.
But, yeah, sure. Even if I go all out self-loathing and say bonking someone is always a bad decision, sometimes the outcome has still been pretty sweet. I have exes who don’t actually hate me or particularly regret the bonking, or at least so it seems. That does flabbergast me, but it does seem to be the case.
It’s not all bad. But I still wish I could go back in that time machine and do a lot of things differently.
And you attribute these various regretable events of your past to what the OP calls ‘male sexuality’, yes?
Men don’t have a corner on this market. Not by a long shot.
God gave man a penis and brain, but only enough blood to run one at a time–Robin Williams
Yeah, maybe that’s shifting the blame. Maybe the problem is more that trusting me with male sexuality is like letting a drunk lunatic operate heavy machinery.
Although it does seem that sometimes, in [del]Soviet Russia[/del] my life, heavy machinery drives you.
When (well, if) I go through the Pearly Gates, I do have something of a mind to tell God: “The heck? Why did you leave that thing unattented, with the keys in the ignition? Think, would ya?”
Or he could just put on his explorer’s hat and go out and get/give a few bro-jobs. Not necessarily gay until you sign up for the toaster oven.
Putting aside for a moment that sexuality (sex drive) varies not just from person to person but through various stages in life and extenuating circumstances, it’s probably more likely that other nature/nurture personality traits come in to play here.
With all due respect, maybe it’s simply a matter of you being a jerk*?
(* not a call out, just an observation of particular character traits)
About time someone around here said it out loud. I was wondering when somone would point out the elephant in the room. 
Oh, yeah, I’m totally a jerk. Not pretending otherwise. So maybe I shouldn’t blame my sex drive, and instead just declare myself incompetent to drive it. As I said, I mostly wish it would go away. As I was getting at earlier, this thread has reminded me that other people are capable of driving theirs safely, while enjoying the experience, and not getting into too many accidents.
And, I know, you could say: “Why not simply stop being a jerk?” Well, the problem is, I don’t always realize that I’m being a jerk. I look back now at situations where my behavior somehow made sense to me at a time, but now it’s obvious that I was being a jerk. It seems foolish to think that it couldn’t happen again.
If I didn’t want to bonk anyone, I’d still be a jerk. But at least I would be a jerk in the privacy of my own home, as opposed to a jerk rummaging around in other people’s underwear.
If it makes you feel any better, I was thinking it back in Mary’s thread. 
And if it makes you feel any better, I just pitted myself for my adventures in that thread.
I think I’m getting an idea of what LinusK’s angle is. He’s saying that feminism is dedicated to fighting an enemy that, in his opinion, no longer exists. He feels that female sexuality is no longer demonized, and that the pendulum has in fact swung all the way to the other side of the clock.
My response to that: Western culture has become fragmented. There is no longer a real mainstream. If you spend all day reading opinion pieces on liberal/feminist Internet sites, you can get the impression that everyone believes that stuff now, because you never hear any other points of view.
But there’s a whole other world out there. If you live in the US, try driving through a remote rural area in the South or Midwest, and surf the radio. Try joining a Mason lodge or some other club for good old boys. Or just try watching Fox News for a week. You’ll find attitudes you thought died out fifty years ago.
Dear God, yes. At the very least, if you can’t stop obsessing about this stuff, start a blog.
That article appears to have been written by a man. Does his feminism somehow cancel out his male experience and perspective on male sexuality?
Misread that as “filthy nubile teenagers,” which may or may not betray my own basic animal instincts.
Things would be a lot easier if I didn’t want to fuck everything that moves. I would be more productive. I would treat people better. I wouldn’t have that almost but not quite shameful feeling when I realize a woman has caught me looking, and she’s uncomfortable about it. Don’t take it personal, lady! I do that to every woman. Literally every single one. I can’t help it, and I don’t like doing it.
Heh, you said “fluid.”