There is an excellent article on the online website on the misleading nature of our current cultural debates about sexuality. We promised people that they can get the whole satisfied that sex gives no obligation. Here the former groupie Edie Dawn recounts her experience shooting for rock stars as a rock journalist. The obvious conclusion from this is simply that sex should be much larger than we thought it was.
But in all this casual sex, there was a time that I learned to fear more than anything. I dreaded it not out of fear that sex would be a bad thing, but for fear that it would be nice. If sex is good, even if I knew in my heart that this relationship not work, I still feel as if the act had tied me with my sexual partner in a deeper sense than what we had been tied before . It is inherently sex to arouse the emotions deep within us, emotions that are unwelcome when we try to keep it light.
On such nights the worst moment was when it was over. Suddenly I stumbled upon the earth. I am also men looking and i get him, but before this I sit back and feel helpless. It would always be there and if I was really lucky, he lay down beside me. Yet I could not help thinking that the spell was broken. We could nuzzle or laugh or we could fall asleep in each others arms, but I knew it was acting, which he did. We were not really intimate – it had to be a match. The circus had left town…
Our culture – both in the media by programmers such as Sex in New York and in everyday interactions – is always the idea that lust is a step in the path of love. It is not. I left with a fragile facade incapable of true intimacy. Occasionally a man told me that I find hard, who surprised me because I thought it was so vulnerable. In fact, under my attempts bubbles appear, it was difficult – the only way to deal with what he was doing to me and my body. “