n-erasmus
Really Experienced
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- Jun 7, 2002
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Marriage, sex, and love
Ok, here comes the flood of stuff, my thoughts on what is what and why.
I think that marriage is a SOCIAL thing that involves getting and raising children, and putting a structure around people. It does not have much to do with sex at all. It has to do with working, bringing bucks home to the family, and providing a "safe" place for all in the family.
Somehow we Americans have come to think that marriage is the outcome of romantic love, and that sex is too. Big mistake. For most of us sex changes a *LOT* on marriage, and then even *MORE* when a child arrives. The sex fades, the bills grow front and center. And the chores. This is *WORK* not pleasure, and a long way from the sex we saw stretching out endlessly in front of us ... "and they lived happily ever after...".
Ooops. As couples, if we *BOTH* don't make a major effort, sex starts to pick up the smell of the dirty laundry rather than flowers. It gets done in the same way the laundry does. It is a chore.
I do not want to be a dirty pair of underwear! I *FEEL* like I am fucked in the same way my underwear gets washed. Dutifully.
I would prefer *DIRTY*, plain hard lust and fucking -- hard human passion. And I don't really care any more what it takes to get that. Mostly in my mind, unfortunately. But I *NEED* more.
THere. That is where I am right now, and I think many of you. WHat a spot!
Ok, here comes the flood of stuff, my thoughts on what is what and why.
I think that marriage is a SOCIAL thing that involves getting and raising children, and putting a structure around people. It does not have much to do with sex at all. It has to do with working, bringing bucks home to the family, and providing a "safe" place for all in the family.
Somehow we Americans have come to think that marriage is the outcome of romantic love, and that sex is too. Big mistake. For most of us sex changes a *LOT* on marriage, and then even *MORE* when a child arrives. The sex fades, the bills grow front and center. And the chores. This is *WORK* not pleasure, and a long way from the sex we saw stretching out endlessly in front of us ... "and they lived happily ever after...".
Ooops. As couples, if we *BOTH* don't make a major effort, sex starts to pick up the smell of the dirty laundry rather than flowers. It gets done in the same way the laundry does. It is a chore.
I do not want to be a dirty pair of underwear! I *FEEL* like I am fucked in the same way my underwear gets washed. Dutifully.
I would prefer *DIRTY*, plain hard lust and fucking -- hard human passion. And I don't really care any more what it takes to get that. Mostly in my mind, unfortunately. But I *NEED* more.
THere. That is where I am right now, and I think many of you. WHat a spot!