Call me crazy…
I remember being in other countries that were indifferent about sexuality. Maybe I was just a kid and didn’t see those things that currently drive my finicky sexual desire. Maybe my parents and relatives shielded me from such things. Maybe most people who go around wanting to spread their seed to far reaches of the planet have no creative juice where I have plenty. Maybe I am a true moron when it comes to determining patterns, relationships, and I unconsciously know I shouldn’t procreate because of my stupidity. Perhaps the States has a closed door policy about sex. I think that door has been slammed in my face.
I walk along in my usual state of WTF and what do I see? I see a show called, “Sex in the City” winning awards for being provocative and sassy. We get to see Samantha orgasm over her rectum being licked. I can respect the tone of the show that quotes Cindy Lauper’s message back in the 80s - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (while keeping with responsibilities).
On the other hand, why didn’t “Porky’s” win an award? In “Porky’s,” we get to see Ms. Honeywell orgasm over the smell of sweat. I can respect the tone of the movie that Boys Just Wanna Get Laid (while learning valuable lessons in racism and boyhood stigmas). What I don’t understand is why didn’t that movie win the same kind of awards that “Sex in the City” did? What’s the difference?
Both shows have Kim Cattrall as a common denominator, so you can’t go wrong… or one might think that. It’s these indirect, conditional, adolescent, and creative ways that make people love or hate the very mention of sex. I am male, and I am tired of the competition, the advertising, and the indirect censorship of sexuality.
I understand fear is in everyone. Everyone wants commitment, security, and acceptance with someone or a group. That is a possible negative or positive reinforcement in all peer groups. With my example, I think sex is advertised with passive aggressive characteristics, and it does not sale well with me.
I see the inconsistency of who is awarded because of the deep meaning in television… wink, wink, nudge, nudge… [Butthead mentality] You said, deep… [/Butthead mentality] The off switch is the most worn of all on my set. I wish I had never bought the idiot box which is the very basis of my complaint, but who can avoid all of the commercialism in sex? The radio in my car, as I travel to work in the morning, tells me: “boys, for those women who say size doesn’t matter… they were wrong!” I’m comfortable with my length and girth, and so is every other woman that has used it. With all this nudging around, one might begin to ponder. It’s that same retarded twelve year old mentality of advertisement that makes men think women have to be anorexic in order to be on the sex chain! Perhaps it’s what I see. The clothing that women wear entice a man’s eye; however, she gets upset while we stare at the piece of clothing that already more than accentuates her C cup. My bad for looking at your ass while you wear hip hugger pants and with a thong strap in full view! I apologize to that classy woman that thinks all men are pigs because that’s all men do is stare; although, maybe men are sick of the ghetto fabulous sluts. We should get all our head out of our holes (lovely and accidental pun) and realize that we’ve been programmed into thirty minute segments. I await the laugh track as I stare at a billboard that tells me that I can “Super Size my meal for 39 cents!” while my brain tries desperately to rationalize why I keep receiving spam emails about breast and penis enlargements.
I think the problem is based from how sex was originally considered a dirty and senseless act. Now, this country is kicking into its adolescence screaming against the confines of new vs. old. It’s an internal war causing hate groups to rise and grotesque advertisements of sexuality. I will always admire the DeBeer’s message to the man saying a woman will love you forever if and only if the man gets her a diamond. This man wants a diamond of equal value, and I’ll use every bit of my sexuality to do it. I’m such a prostitute. It makes me remember an ex-girlfriend getting upset at the consideration of a Cubic Zirconia on her finger… but, wait! A diamond reflects her true beauty (via her severe imperfections); in her hasty objection did she forget that CZs are designed perfectly? Her superficiality is the main reason why I left her, and I didn’t have enough money to keep her. Damn.
If and don’t you ever forget if. I love how we censor the word “god,” out of expletive, “God Damn” on the radio and television. I love how we won’t show homosexual men hugging, but we get to see lesbians kiss on UPN and Spike TV at prime time. I love how romance novels appeal to audiences, but anything that asks my favourite question, “why,” is unreasonable. It seems that many forget why the Yield Sign exists.
Notice I am guilty of unyielding even in this post. I don’t like how advertisements and commercialism has affected my way of thinking. Even in disgust, the ways of the “what-if” world has affected me because I’ll remember an advertisement against my will.
So, WTF people?
