Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label erotic. Show all posts

19 August 2010

Connecting The Dots

Connecting the Dots


I think I have been underestimating the power of sex. Let’s consider the holy trinity of love, sex and marriage. Because I’m gay until recently I only focused on putting love & marriage together. Anybody familiar with the way gay men act, knows that in the gay community frequently sex has nothing to do with emotions or commitment. Sex between men is a simple act of pleasure for pleasure’s sake. That’s where conservatives get their panties in a knot. Sex between a man and a woman takes negotiation, give a little to get a little. There’s the rub. Gays get lots of free and easy sex while for straight men it comes at a price.

The other day at work in the lunchroom I saw an older coworker holding hands with her husband. From past observations I know the woman is very religious. Then it hit me. She gets to have church and sex together. As an excommunicated gay man I had never connected religion and erotic that way before. The thought of sex with a woman doesn’t do anything for me, but the message I get from larger society is that sex with a woman feels very good. Now if you combined the emotional high of religious ecstasy with sexual ecstasy, you just couldn’t get any higher than that. Marriage frequently is a religious rite. Which puts sex under the church umbrella. Then after marriage, all societal messages and blessings are saying go for the gusto. In my life never having connected church and sex, I think I’ve been cheated.

Now let’s expand the religion-sex connection a bit. The way I understand it, suicide bombers make the sacrifice on the promise of sex in the afterlife. After all, what’s the point of having 72 virgins if you don’t get to deflower them? In Mormon theology, people are eventually resurrected with fully functioning bodies. And the faithful ones benefiting from Heavenly Father’s presence go on to become like Him, as gods themselves peopling other worlds with their own spirit children. Now just how do you suppose those spirit children come about? Could it be sex? In other words, obedient Mormons get to have sex forever; and not all with the same wife.

Maybe the way I connected love and marriage without sex can be twisted to an analogy of why straight men oppose gay marriage. Straight men, the power brokers in today’s world, having connected marriage and sex, are repulsed by the thought of marriage being represented by two men having sex. And don’t mention polyamory. They aren’t even going there. Maybe polygamy, but not polyamory.

Yes, I think I’ve been underestimating the power of sex. Life experience leads me to conclude that decisions are made emotionally then rationalized logically. Because some people can’t conceive of themselves in a same-gender marriage or polyamorous arrangement, they seek to deny those relationships to all others.

02 May 2010

Drool Pool

Drool Pool
1 May 2010

I drove to the bar
In my little car
Where I ran into my friend.
There was no need to pretend
The holes in his pants
Gave the whole bar a chance
To see he was there
Without underwear.
The game was pool
And my friend is no fool,
He got the other guy distracted
By the way he acted.
While aiming for a shot,
Believe it or not,
My friend posed in the right way
To put on a gratuitous display
Of his private family jewel.
You could call it dirty pool.

06 March 2010

Bawdy Body

Bawdy Body

Kiss me from my eye to my thigh.
Blow on me from my ear to my rear.
Lick me from my gut to my butt.
Touch me from my lip to my hip.
Taste the forbidden fruit.
Play with my root
Chakra. Explore more
Of what we're here for.
Without hesitation
Let romance
And sensation
Begin to enhance
The erotic stimulation.
Let's remeasure
The level of pleasure.
Let our interaction
Start a chain reaction.
Take me over the top,
More, more, don't stop.
My body's all yours
And I'm out of metaphors.
I really don't mind
If you help me find
The splendid sights
From obscene heights.
The universe's within reach
As I let out a screech
A tidal wave of sensation
Culminates the mobilization
Of intercourse and interaction
To mutual satisfaction.
From this time hence
There is no sense
In trying to compare
A feeling that rare.
Filed forever in my memories
Are the rockets and glories
Of your bestowment
Of that special moment.
I don't care if they call it a sin,
I just want to do it again.