Casual sex is just like changing your drawls. You can have a different pair each day of the week and throw them out when they’re all finished and used up. You don’t have to think twice about where you left them, where they’re headed or how they’ll end up. They’re easily discarded like a worn-out dirty old used instrument, whose sole purpose is to rub against and pat your rear end, while you can be satisfied and relieved in knowing you’ll never need or see them again.
That is until they turn up twisted and wadded up under the back seat of your boyfriend’s car for which he has no explanation, except that he swore up and down they were yours.
Seems more now than ever before that love and intimacy has been thrown out in favor of lifelong single-hood and loneliness. People just don’t give a damn about relationships, emotions, or feelings, especially when it comes to sex because they’re too busy, too lazy, too disconnected and too selfish to get involved.
Everybody seems to know all the right angles to get exactly what they want for little or nothing at all. People have engineered a system and given it a name.
Welcome to the world of hooking up, FWB’s and No Strings Attached sex, my friends. Where it’s the norm to be completely unavailable to stay the entire night, much less stay an entire lifetime.
How do people easily offer up a marginal piece of their entire pie as a person, while the other party involved eagerly lops up and devours every last crumb? Does everybody involved really reap any true satisfaction in knowing they’re being used for sex? More importantly, when does a woman resolve to say that she is really okay with selling out for a man?
I understand that the need for a serious relationship, let alone a marriage has become nearly obsolete for the fact that men virtually have an endless smorgasbord of stupid women from which to choose, who will provide them with cheap meaningless free sex.
Women who don’t regard themselves or their bodies as much more than disposable plastic gel figurines to be prodded and hurled away, who convince themselves that it’s completely acceptable to let him pound, back and forth and upside down without even going on a decent date.
Women, who foolishly at the same time think that bartering on their looks and sexual techniques alone with little else to offer, will ensnare these men into wanting a relationship. Which makes me wonder, do women ever really do it for the sake of the sex itself? Or do they do it and secretly hope more will come out of it?
If the trite cliché “why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free” is the most obvious reasoning here, then try beating that into the heads of the women who can’t ignore their emotions boiling over the surface when the guy unsurprisingly doesn’t call the next day.
Most men are generally wired to have casual sex without so much as losing an eyelash, while most of the time women are wired to feel overly-emotional, who will more often than not, lose a piece of their dignity and self-esteem in the process.
However, if the woman in question doesn’t regard herself as worthy and dignified, she isn’t really losing much of anything at all is she? So I’m sure one could argue how women might come to terms with allowing such meaningless relationships to flourish in their lives- there would have to be a sense of honor and decency within one’s self to recognize when and how that honor and decency was being thrown out with yesterday’s dishwater.
As harsh as it seems, forsaking one’s self-respect isn’t a very respectable position from which to expect respect.
If you want to have casual sex, fine. That’s your decision. Do your thing and get on with it, and close yourself off to everything but the physical.
At least try and convince yourself that you can.
Just don’t expect a man to suddenly jump through hoops and offer you the world on a silver platter. He already got everything you’ve bargained for without having to do anything but treat you like crap, so why he should he care if your heart is broken?
It isn’t just women. I can surely blame both men and women for the phenomena of “Let’s hit it, quit it, and forget it”.
Women however, have essentially given a backseat to their self-respect and pride and have made it easy on their many potential boyfriends and husbands, by allowing them to take and give little or nothing in return. They have lowered their expectations because they don’t place any worth on themselves or value anything other than their own sex appeal.
I blame these women, because they won’t allow, require or demand anything better, nor would they know what it was if it came up and smacked them in the face with a sock full of marbles. But they have their freedom and their pride don’t they? They get to act like men and sleep around in the same fashion men do, like it’s some kind of rare prize-worthy talent in which they’ll be given a laudatory thumbs up.
No, I’m sorry, it just makes you look desperate and idiotic.
We are women and we get to choose. Why choose to be someone’s whore?
Of course I blame men too. Men can’t be admonished for preying on these desperate foolish women. Men, who don’t have the decency to let a sleeping dog lie, who won’t muster up the courage to show restraint beyond that which is gauged by the size of their erection and cease to be anything more than a parasite.
They are given the role of being totally uncaring and self-seeking, which is nothing admirable.
However, not all men and women have sold out for this. I like to think there’s still hope for marriage, relationships and hopefully, the future of mankind. Though from this angle, high hopes seem like a tall order among the current and rising epidemic of lost and lonely souls.
Forgive me for being naïve and sounding a bit old-fashioned in this day and age, but I thought sex could still reside along parameters of being meaningful, intimate and special- instead of just winding up a worn-out bawdy punch line used by every skank and douchebag on every useless TV show airing on Thursday nights.