Your Sex Life Bores Me

Look how edgy and provocative I am!

Your sexual orientation and your sexual habits really bore the crap out of me.

Don’t get me wrong – if your sex life should intertwine with mine, you and your desires will have my full attention. I will turn my ankle just like that if you means you’ll derive pleasure from it. I will rub you in that place that makes you moan like polecat in a snowstorm. No problem.

But if I don’t know you, and if we aren’t intimate, I really don’t give a flying crap about your sex life. Why should I care what you do with your genitals? All I care is that you fix my car properly or take good care of my finances. You could be a flaming homosexual furry who’s into scat games and infantilism. It means absolutely nothing to me.

This explains why acts like Madonna hold no interest to me. Oooh, Madonna is wearing conical tit-slings and licking the thigh of a Puerto Rican baseball player. Wow. That’s so naughty. Madonna has genitals and rubs them against other people’s genitals. Just like every other member of the animal kingdom. Oooh. Let me giver her $50. She’s so amazing.

I once had a “sex positive” girlfriend who would go on and on about her all-important “sexual identity”. Funny thing is, concerns about her identity – the kind you get from ruthless reflection and careful character building – weren’t important. She probably read some stupid Susie Bright book and decided that the center of her life was between her legs. We broke up.

Find the loser in this exchange. Hint: there's two of them.

I have never cared for strip clubs. It’s not because I’m repressed, gay or embarrassed. It’s because I get bored in about 5 minutes. If I want to see some woman bend over and gyrate her ass, I’ll watch re-runs of Soul Train from the comfort of my home. There’s no way I’m paying for the privilege.

This boredom even extends to erotic dance. I have zero interest in belly dancers and I usually hit FF when a swords n’ sandals film dwells too long on a slave girl dancing for a Persian king or whatever. BORING! Get back to the historical parallels and battle scenes, you retarded director!

“Ted,” you say, “have you no sense of romance?” Of course I do. I like that first touch and first kiss and long nights in front of the fire just like everybody else. I’m not asexual (those people are freaks!). I am simply unmoved by traditional methods of seduction. Want to turn me on? Make eye contact from across a room. Lean in real close and whisper in my ear. Take my hand and walk away with me. I’ll make sweet love to you all night long. Just don’t waggle your ass up and down in my face like a baboon relieving herself against a tree in northern Tanzania. OK?

Hubba-hubba!

What about porn? Isn’t that the modern equivalent of ham-fisted seduction? Isn’t porn even cheaper and more egregious than stripping?

No, it isn’t. Porn has a specific purpose, and its legion ensures that your particular sexual interests are catered to. It’s not a seduction; it’s a sex tool, nothing more. Your specific turn-on’s are stroked and encouraged, all for free, or damn near close to free. Let’s take me for an example.

I find the photo of the hubba-hubba woman a turn-on. She gorgeous, she has a nubile bod, and is merely glancing at the camera, as if beckoning us to join her in the next room. If she suddenly licked her lips, bent forward and started shaking her ass, I’d lose interest. But maybe that’s just me. Maybe you’d prefer it if she squatted on the floor, licked a power tool and peed all over the floor. That isn’t a bad thing; it would just send me screaming for the door.

I’m a Playboy guy, not a Hustler guy. Always have been.

My interests in porn are very narrow and fleeting. I enjoy vanilla porn featuring attractive women. What I can’t stand is gynecological close-up’s of meat-tubes ramming juicy slots until beads of love-goo drip all over the lens. I don’t find it disgusting; I just find it boring.

BTW, ladies: when I have a woman in my life, my interest in porn disappears completely. When I don’t need a tool, it goes back in the shed and gathers dust. So don’t hold this post against me, m’kay?

Guys: are you with me on this? Let me know.

7 Responses to “Your Sex Life Bores Me”


  • Eh… To each, their own. Me I like insane rabid wantonness represented by the compulsive need to visually display it.

  • i dare you to go three months without sex, porn, or masturbation, and then tell me that a hot 19 year old undergrad working her way through college at Rick’s shaking her ass 6 inches from your face makes you bored. because i bet it wouldn’t.

  • @buffyd
    I know it’s crazy, but that 19-year-old undergrad would turn me on faster if she sat next to me and tousled my hair. I’m just not turned on by an ass shaking in the air and hamstring muscles bulging under the strain. All the standard “fuck me” displays just don’t work. I think I have a mutated gene or something.

  • How about one woman’s point of view? I think it all has its place. It’s not for you, but it may be for me. I’m not saying I like graphic porn — vanilla porn, as you’re calling it, is fun once in a while. But for you to say you don’t like erotic dance? That just does not compute. Okay, so strip clubs aren’t your thing. But I find them a kind of fun date night. (Though I’m not so progressive as to want a front-row seat, mainly because I don’t like the conversation that sometimes is attempted by the I’m-really-a-hair-stylist-making-extra-money dancers.) Erotic dance doesn’t always equate to stripping. Did you not think some of the dancing in “Chicago” was sexy? Or “Cabaret”? (You can keep your battle scenes, by the way.)

    I will agree that society’s current in-your-face attitude toward sex is a total turn-off. Shows like “Rock of Love” and “Flavor of Love” disgust me. They take the romance out of everything. (Who doesn’t love romance?!) I hate to use the phrase, but “When I was young…” — I won’t even finish the sentence.

    I suppose I’m in the minority of women that aren’t offended by porn, don’t care if their husbands watch it, and, depending on my mood, even go so far as to point out hot girls at the bar. But I will agree that I’d rather search it out; please don’t force it on me like the perfume hawker at Nordstrom.

  • I have to echo the “Playboy > Hustler” sentiment. Sure, there’s less air-brushing in Hustler, but gazing down the model’s birth canal while she makes wierd faces just doesn’t do it for me.

    In fact, wierd model faces is one of my biggest Porn Peeves. The most egregious examples come from “action shots” where a woman is going down on a man. “Oh, I’m totally choking on this, but I’m totally loving it too!” Um, no. You’re gagging so hard that your face is turning inside-out. Hubba-freakin’-hubba!

  • You are what you is.

    Some chicks wear it well and others don’t.
    It’s authenticity that really matters.
    There is really nothing unique or original about dressing like a prostitute at this point in time. (or having tattoos or pierced tits)

    People who need to constantly display their sexualality are using it to make “themselves” feel good. Who doesn’t like to feel desired? This is how they chose to do it.

    Poets and musicians do it through words and music, it’s just a different medium. Some enjoy Glamour. They’re no sexier or intellegent or erotic than what a bowl of noodles and a box of tissues may be to someone else. (although some would think they are more important) Fuck them. And also dismiss those who feel the need to shove their sexualality down your throat. Does it really matter? They are useless to you and will fade away as fast as they came.

    I’ve never been a big strip-clubber either.

    To me a Strip-Club is sort of like going to a resturaunt and watching a chef prepare and display a wonderful and delicious meal, but you’re not allowed to eat it. Whats the point.

    It’s a matter of taste.

  • I have to say, I agree completely. I’ve never heard another guy speak my mind so clearly. Flirtation and actual beauty are far more engaging than wanton gyration and up close camera shots. Right on.

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