Everything around us in our current culture seems to in one way or another to talk, hint, and scream sex. And probably mostly due to this we have changed into a more sexually liberal society. Which isn’t bad; we have shown today’s youth that it’s not wrong to have “such feelings” and that they are “natural”. We have shown today’s youth that we are available to not only answer their questions on life, love, etc. but on sex too. For example, parents today have shown their young that they are willing to talk about these subjects, because they’d rather they talk to them, that go out and do something stupid because they were uninformed.

Speaking of informing, here’s a thought provoking fact for you: “95% of Americans have premarital sex; 95% of American’s have been having premarital sex since the 1940s. There’s been no change.” But wait, if that’s true for both now and the 1940s , what’s the difference between our cultures?

Well… freedom. We can now freely talk about subjects such as sex, without the consequences of the 1940s. I would have never learnt that 95% of Americans have premarital sex if it wasn’t for this freedom, and you would have never learnt it if it wasn’t for me having the freedom to write about it now.

But, we have not only gained freedom to verbally talk about sex, we have gained more freedom in showing acts of sex and affection. Show PDA in the 1940s and you better run for cover, but show it now and people just walk by… just another regular sight. Seeing all this now you think that practically everyone is having sex (they are), but what about the few, the oh so few, who aren’t having sex?

Wouldn’t you think that a culture where practically everyone is having sex would have some effect (intentionally and unintentionally) on these few? For instance, ask yourself “What would a teenager take away from watching a movie such as The 40 year-old Virgin?” …Answer, that you’re not supposed to be a virgin at 40, it’s just not normal. And to a teen whose sole mission in life is to be accepted (be normal), the solution to that acceptance is pretty clear for them… Just have sex… and as quickly as possible.

I guess the question is not “have we created sexual pressure by allowing sexual freedom?” … In my opinion the answer is yes.

The real question is

“Is sexual pressure a necessary drawback of sexual freedom?”

photo credit: kiddygrinder_tolerance

As promised, like I mentioning in my earlier post on what truths women have about men, this post will be about the truths men have about women. Such as:

1. I look at and am attracted to other women. Everyday.
2. I will never tell you the full details of my past relationship.
3. I sometimes enjoy hanging with my friends more than I do with you.
4. I don’t really know if I’m happy in this relationship or not. So stop asking.
5. I love sex. More than you will ever know.
6. I care about how you look. More than you will ever know.
7. I love it when you don’t hesitate to start the sex.
8. We have an ego, no matter what we say. Be careful. Especially in bed.
9. If we say we’ll call you after meeting and getting your number. We will.
10. If we say we’ll call you after an awkward/crazy/weird/sad first date. We won’t.
11. If we randomly say, without encouragement, that we like you. We really do.
12. If we say that we like you, after you confessed your undying love for us. We really don’t.
13. I still compare my ex-girlfriends to you. You mostly win.
14. I watch porn. Like it’s new?
15. I flirt with at least one other woman in my life.
16. I want sex twice as much as I’m having it. Told you I liked sex.
17. I’ve faked it sometimes. Less than you, but I have. You’ll never know.

The ‘men’ list is shorter than the ‘women’ one simply because men think about these things less than women (or maybe men have less to hide in a world where mainly women are pressured to be perfect). But see for yourself whether you disagree or agree with the list(s). Tell dancePROOF (me) why you do or don’t by leaving a quick comment.

Have you heard this story before? If not let me tell you. It’s a beautiful story. Filled with world peace, amazing scientific discoveries, and human compassion… except NOT.

The story starts with our protagonist, the clueless (and horny) guy. He goes out to a club, a party, basically anywhere equally horny and drunk women can be found quickly. Our rising plot, has our protagonist meeting a girl he will most likely have sex with TONIGHT and is thoroughly pleased with himself. Don’t get him wrong, he has NO intention of making this into a relationship because, well, he’s a horny guy. As the story advances we find the guy and party-drunk-girl at her place of residence (house, apartment, dorm, etc.). The guy, being wise and all, remembers to put on a condom before he has sex (genius right?). He has sex, releases, tosses his condom into the trash bin, and with his mission complete sees no point in staying any longer so he dashes out of there as fast as humanly possible. This is where we, as the audience to this whole drama, find out that the party-drunk-girl is actually not THAT drunk when she gets up after he leaves and walks towards the trash bin (the scene slowly fading out).

Confused? Let’s continue.

The story fades back in about nine months later. We find our protagonist enjoying his life, headed for big things, so much opportunities in this world of his! Coincidentally, one day the party-drunk-girl approaches him holding a newborn baby. Absentmindedly he asks her “cute kid, who’s is it?” She answers “Yours!” Our protagonist steps back and instantly denies this with the very core of his being, he used a condom after all (right?). Still in denial they both go and take a paternity test. The results come back a few days later and… drum-roll… HE IS THE FATHER (Jerry Springer cheers and roars heard in the background).

Confused? So is our dear protagonist. But being the kind and manly sort of man that he is he gives up his dreams, starts working about three jobs, supports the child, takes care of them until they grow up, etc. for a number of years. But the thought still lingers in his head every once in a while. How?

Well, one day, in a moment of kindness the party-drunk-girl confesses to him that she wanted a baby with him before he even approached (or even knew of) her. She tells him that after he left, she went and picked the condom from the trash bin, turned it inside out, and used it to get herself pregnant using his sperm (yah, she’s crazy).

This is the part where our protagonist becomes angry, and shocked, and unaccountable for his actions.

THE END.

So what’s the purpose of this provocative story you ask? Well, here’s what our protagonist told me after I heard this story. CARRY A HOT SAUCE PACK WITH YOU. For when you are done having sex with that supposedly one night stand, you’ll want/need to put hot sauce into your used condom. You know… to leave a surprise for that one night stand if they turn out to be the evil-baby-craving-crazy-party-pretending-to-be-drunk type of girl.