Yep, there I said it. In the spirit of spring, the time of year where the rest of the animal kingdom is gettin’ down and dirty, I say we join them (...figuratively people. Jesus.). Now I’ve read my fair share of “Top 4325 Reasons To Have More Sex” articles, and I feel like they’re missing one glaring fundamental point. Sex is great. I personally don’t need another 20 reasons to get it on with the next person who might be interested because it’s damn fun and I know I’m not alone.
Turn to the person next to you, ask them if they like sex. You already know the answer. It’s a big fat yes. Ask the quiet guy in the office who looks like being within 20 yards of a woman would reduce him to tears. He fucking loves it too. The manager who you’re all too fond of? The one who’s taken a sort of surrogate mother role in your life? She loves sex more than you.
Then why are we, as a nation, not having more of it? (Seriously, answers on a postcard). Like the age old saying; “there’s nothing a good cup of tea can’t cure”, it’s the same for sex. For one, it’s a proven combatant of depression. I’ve been there people. Depression can cripple you and make you feel like a speck of your normal self. But goddammit does a good old tumble under the sheets fire you up a bit. Self esteem through the roof, healthy shot of adrenaline, and a tidy ego boost to top off the endorphin cocktail. Cheers barkeep, I’ll take 2!
I believe we’re stuck in a developing culture of self image, where your own desires are getting suppressed by what other people will think of you. Guys, you can’t go asking any girl for sex because you’ll be considered brash and disgusting. Ladies, you can’t cut straight to the physical stuff without being branded a slut. Hundreds of years of cultural suppression have labelled sex as a dirty act that we should be ashamed of. We’ve been groomed to think that flashing a bit of flesh is wrong and classless. Admittedly, as I write this, I see how some of these things may have contributed to the excitement of modern copulation, but nonetheless I shall crack on unperturbed.
It’s time to throw caution to the wind and take back your own urges and desires. You shouldn’t be looked down upon for enjoyment of casual sex. There’s a reason why we all want it so much. Nature. We’re fundamentally built (in a roundabout way) to shag each other's brains out. We’re programmed that way. When we’re hungry, we eat. Thirsty, drink. And so when we’re feeling a tad libidinous, we should be free to satisfy those desires without prior judgement.
I know many people who enjoy casual sex regularly, without a care about judgements or criticisms against them. They also happen to be some of the most fulfilled human beings I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. This century has brought about major advancements in technology, culture and society and more than anything else, promoted free and broad thinking. Abuse this. Whether it be with your husband, wife, partner, friend or casual acquaintance. Because sex is fan-bloody-tastic.
So people of Britain, go forth and fornicate! It’s ok, you have my permission.