I wrote a comment on someone’s blog recently in response to a certain question that was posed. For many people sex is an important part of their lives. For some it is essential but for others it isn’t. The whole subject of sex and sexual activity is regarded as a private affair to most people. They prefer not to talk about it in any detail because they consider what they do to be nobody else’s business. Of course there are several ways to engage in sexual activity and that in itself might be regarded as enough to keep things private for fear of being labelled ‘kinky’. What goes on behind closed doors should be left to the imagination. It isn’t usually debated among family or friends but may be talked over with strangers. This is human nature at work. We live our lives behind a false screen. What we present to those around us might be totally different from that we present to strangers who have no inkling of how we normally act around family or friends. We lead double lives to some extent and some people carry that trait much further by living two totally different lives, one private and one exposed. This is brought about fear, fear of being judged.
For some people sex is an obsession for others an obligation and yet for others it holds nothing special. We are all different and have differing tastes and needs. In the comment I wrote I explained that for myself, sex isn’t anything special to me. I can take it or leave it. Sex itself is really a form of relief, a release from the body’s urges. Some people can control or suppress their urges whilst others cannot. After sexual activity the body is satisfied and so is the mind, for a season. Then it starts over again later. Although I like sex I am not obsessed with it and in fact can live quite happily without it. I have done many times and for long periods, even years. The old local joke, ‘I would rather have a pan of Scouse (Irish Stew)’ applies.
Shirley Anne