sex, lies and videotape

There is phone sex, consensual sex, forced sex, make-up sex, sex toys, one-way sex, oral sex, anal sex, sex cells, sex sells, promiscuous sex, homosexual sex, bisexual sex, heterosexual sex, sex dysfunction, marital sex, extramarital sex, sex addiction, adulterous sex, sex techniques, pre-marital sex, sex disorders, sex-ing, free sex, prostitution sex, sex urge, interracial sex, sex appetite, sex frigidity, reproductive sex, virginal sex, sex organs, sex chromosomes, sex appeal , sex change, sex life, sex object, sex shop, sex symbol, sex goddess, sex maniac, and plain ole have sex.

That’s a lotta sex descriptors, and I know you can thinka some to add to list. (You pervert you.) Imagine a day in the life without any (I MEAN ANY) thoughts about sex. You begin by peeing. Nope, huh uh, don’t think about it. You get dressed. I SAID NO. There’s nothing sexual involved.

You drive to work. (First you get gas, cigs, and pay the cute-ass lady……. WAIT… forget that.)… You walk in.. You see people… You don’t think about sex… You field a phone call…. You force indifference in your answer due to sexual orientation of the person on the other end… You get a fun email… You forward it.. You don’t examine the content and forward it specifically by who would enjoy (sexual preference.)…

Dude/Dudette walks up and says “you look nice today.” Admit it. Thoughts go thru your brain. Are they like saying ‘at night I lay in bed, dream about tearing your clothes off’ (but because of my innocence, relationship, age difference, inferiority complex, shyness, etc., I can‘t)… or, fashion gurus just being serious? Everything, damn near, is sexual.

We can’t live a day, an hour, without thinking of sex, or some derivative of. I call that…..
Fun. I call that, necessary. I call that the birds and the bees, what makes the world go round, real life.

Sex is very personal. To some, sex is very private. To others, there’s like a willingness, an overtness, a sharing of everything. Most of us are somewhere in-between. I pity the fool that says sex doesn’t play a HUGE role in our everyday lives. Sex = life.

Lies. People lie about sex. “Victor (said phone caller at 2am, 6/31/01) I’m too drunk to drive home…. I’m staying at my sisters.” Victor, did you really just repeat some old shit like that from 6 years ago? Uh huh, did. Lies. Lies and sex mix. I’ve been guilty. Not proud, but have.

I personally think lies are things that slip out in the attempt to make us have immediate feelings of “that’s ok”… and then fester once it’s slipped out. The scary ones are ones who lie, don’t think a thing of it, and in their brain it’s “ok”.

I do think white lies, if said to protect the feelings of those involved (or to get you from having to go to some damn function you know you’d hate like hell going to) - are Ok.

Videotapes. I’ve splurged not very many times in my life. When camcorders first came out, I spent a hella chunka tax return on a camcorder. Sumbitch was about the size of the box a paira Tony Lama’s come in. Nowadays, hell, cell phones make video. I’ma thinking’ I’m probably too GD old to learn how to download/view ‘em, nonetheless, they do.

YouTube. Sumbitch. Snap a film - in a millesecond share it with 7 continents.

Videotapes capture criminals, wedding ceremonies, ballgames, family reunions, and yes, even sex and lies (Right Paris, Pam, Tommy, Mar - oops). You can dispute sex. You can dispute lies. Ain’t no diputin’ videotape.

I never saw the movie. Read the review. Sounds like I’m kinda glad I didn’t. My/your life/lives have included sex, lies and videotape.

It was a probably not-so-great and idea for a blog. If you only knew though.

Havea great weekend, love, Victurd.