No Salt & Peppa Please

Is it alright to not want to talk about sex today? I mean seriously, I’ve about had it with anyone & everyone wanting to talk about sex. What’s hot, what’s good, what’s in, what does it for them, which positions, how to demonstrate, skills, fur pies, bisexuality, curiosity, peaking, drugs and sex, etc. Of course, this post will probably result in even more search results where “Asian Girl” and sex lands you here. As if it weren’t disappointing enough that most of the time when I write about sex here, it’s about the lack, thereof.

Everyone wants to talk about it. Everyone wants to “help” each other on it. Everyone wants it. Fine. Truism. Fair enough. But for those of us who want to manage and maintain a modicum of dignity and privacy on the matter, much less security on the subject (because yeah, it’s just one more thing to add on my list of insecurities regarding inadequacies etc) that I’d really rather just leave to conversations that #1. Definitely stay offline. #2. Definitely stay within a realm of privacy & trust. #3. Definitely keep me from being distracted with the general activities and requirements that are set upon me by my daily life.

Our contemporary culture is so oversexualized. We have G-strings made for elementary school students. And that’s just symptomatic for our times where sex is the end all be all of our culture and conversation. The knowledge of sex and sexuality, once it becomes recognized leads us to focus only on that and fail to recognize other attributes of analysis for much of anything else.

Of course, this being all stated by a woman who needs to replace her batteries. *sigh*.

One month ago or so, I declined from posting this comment.
“I think I’m hitting my sexual peak today. While driving alone, one of my nipples got suddenly hard and I’m not sure why.”

This trend or cycle that I’m on may lead me to further mischief and irresponsibility if I’m not ever mindful of it. Man, do I sound repressed or what? Actually I’d like to believe that I’m not totally so. Just trying my best to keep the subject of sex & sexuality within reasonable boundaries. Yes, boundaries. I am still a woman of faith. I’m still a woman of responsibility and independence. And yes, I’m still a sexual creature, there’s no denying that. However the boundaries for allowing sex and sexuality to become a foci of my life right now seem rather unreasonable since I’m not in a relationship that affords me the luxury of both emotional/spiritual/intellectual and physical intimacy. And that’s the whole point of sex isn’t it? It’s an expression in physical affection of what is ideally the affections of the heart and mind. Being who I am, I can’t comfortably separate the two though I’ve tried on occasion in the past. It just doesn’t seem to work for me and I grow more and more dissatisfied or disillusioned and jaded. For what it’s worth, it’s a temporal expression that is equal to fun. But as I’ve discussed in the past, fun does not equal happiness and happiness should be the end goal for each one of us, right?

Aiyo. So much to think about today and so little time to afford it.