SEX 'N' SIN, SAX 'N' VIOLINS

Welp, this subject greatly interests me on an academic scale, although I would never engage in it without mutual affection involved. But recently I discovered an anonymous crush of mine either used to or does partake in weird bisexual threesomes. What the fuck, right? I don't understand it. Maybe some mutual affection exists between the three of them, or maybe they just want to have fun. Love and lust are pretty easy to mix up. Now I can't stop being bothered by it. Casual sex in my opinion is just temporary superficial happiness, like a drug. I couldn't imagine extracting any real pleasure from it. But I guess people like guilty pleasures, ya know?

In Six Feet Under, there's a part where they're embalming a porn star. They have this thing in that show where the characters tend to talk to the deceased. So, the character asks her how she could have sex with all those men, especially if she didn't love them. She responds that during the act itself, she loved every man she ever slept with. Is that possible? Am I a bigot for not understanding these "alternative lifestyle choices"?

So I dunno. Is it okay for people to do crazy stuff like that? Personally I think sex is too sacred a thing. I'm not saying it's something that should only be shared with one person right after your married or some crazy Christian mumbo-jumbo. It's something that oughta be shared with someone you truly love. But the whole definition of "love" is so convoluted that that statement endorses having sex with men in front of a camera and having crazy bisexual teenage threesomes. Then I'll add: it's something that oughta be shared with someone, emphasis on the one, you truly love.

So what the fuck, eh? We've got enough people on these here forums to fill most viewpoints. Whadda you guys think this whole intercourse thing is all about? What's okay and what's not?

Ey ey ey this isn't about me! That's just the thought that sparked the question(s). Unless that wasn't a jeer, in which case please elaborate. >_>

ok ok. Lo siento YDS. I blame your avatar. But glad we're on the same page now.

Lennon: I think we live in the same town. Thinking about this whole business is depressing me. Guess that's what I get for trying to make a serious topic. ;_;

Feld: Again we go back to that confused definition of love and those crazy sexual values. Some people have to fulfill that urge, and one-night stands or friends with benefits and all that jazz fill that void. Your definition of love is probably different than mine. I'm not saying to abstain until you find TRUE LOVE <3 :3 snuggle snuggle, there's ephemeral kinds of love too. Even I believe that much.

I agree with you about that last part, but... see, there's some very vague line between what's right, as in what's there to fill a void, and what's going to get you perverted. I'm just trying to clarify it all little.

Thanks, yeah, I wish it didn't bother me so much. :\ It just sucks when someone you like has an opinion so different. But that's a personal problem.

This scene keeps coming to mind:


Silent Bob: *to Holden* So there's me an' Amy, and we're all inseparable, right? Just big time in love. And then about four months down the road, the idiot gear kicks in, and I ask about the ex-boyfriend, which, as we all know, is a really dumb move, but you know how it is - you don't really want to know, but you just have to know, right? Stupid guy bullshit. Anyway she starts telling me all about him - how they fell in love, and how they went out for a couple of years, how they lived together, her mother likes me better, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - and I'm okay. But then she drops the bomb on me, and the bomb is this: it seems that a couple of times, while they were going out, he'd brought some people to bed with them - ménage a trois, I believe it's called. Now this just blows my mind, right? I mean, I am not used to that sort of thing. I was raised Catholic, for God's sakes.

Jay: Saint Shithead.

*Silent Bob elbows him. Jay raises his fist as if to strike*

Silent Bob: *to Jay* Do something. *to Holden* So I'm totally weirded out by this right? And I just start blasting her - like I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling, so I figure the best way is by calling her "slut", and tell her she was used - I mean, I'm out for blood. I really want to hurt this girl. And I'm like "What the fuck is your problem?" and she's just all calmly trying to tell me, like, it was that time, it was that place, and she doesn't think she should apologize because she doesn't feel that she's done anything wrong. And I'm like, "Oh, really?" That's when I look her straight in the eye and tell her it's over. I walk.

Jay: Fuckin' A.

Silent Bob: No, idiot. It was a mistake. I wasn't disgusted with her, I was afraid. At that moment, I felt small - like...like I'd lacked experience, like I'd never be on her level, like I'd never be enough for her or something like that, you know what I'm sayin'? But what I did not get - she didn't care. She wasn't looking for that guy anymore. She was...she was looking for me, for - for the Bob. But, uh, by the time I figured this all out, it was too late, you know. She'd moved on, and all I had to show for it was some foolish pride, which then gave way to regret. She was the girl, I know that now. But I pushed her away. So I've spent every day since then chasing Amy... so to speak.

Thank you, Kevin Smith.

XP You can be in love with someone for one night, you can be in love with someone for the rest of your life. Either is human.