The whole “casual” bit too. Let’s have “jeans and no tie” sex. Let’s have “beans on toast” sex. Let’s have drunken, half-remembered, queasy, not talk much in the morning sex. Let’s just have sex so we can say to everyone “I had sex” afterwards, smirk internally at the dweedoids who didn’t, and feel slightly better about our crappy lives, because no matter how small, unfulfilling and stunted they may be, however ill they may fit the fine neon dreams we were sold by MTV and Nichelodeon and our over-doting parents when we were teens, at least we had sex. Which is something.
But that’s okay because, hang on, sex is the most important thing in the world. It must be. It must be because we are told it is via every media outlet there is. Not meaningful sex, not committed sex, but casual sex. Food without the calories sex. Have your sex and eat it again tomorrow sex. Sex. Sex not for your sake, not for her sake but for sex’s sake. For the sake of not feeling like a total fucking loser sheep production line fuckwad.
I suspect that is the sex we are talking about. And you’re right Faust. It’s exactly like opium, except it’s better, because one hit takes two people out.
Hey kids - Don’t get angry, get fucked up, get fucked.