Sex on a Silver Platter

Copulation, in all it's form and fame, is everywhere. Although this might sound like the contemplation of a modern woman (and all I'm missing is a cigarette so everytime I have a dramatic thought I can blow out a puff of erotic smoke), there is no denying that just like Hugh Grant once almost said "Sex is all around". It's in your bathroom inside your "Vanilla Paradise" shaving cream, in your closet amongst the overly exposing garment pieces, in your morning coffee and your seemingly innocent dreams about your college professor. Sooner or later, it'll just come biting you in the ass.

This omniscient presence of sex in our lives, however entertaining, incorporates in it something what I like to call "Element of Danger". Very few people can process the presence of sex even in their refrigerators in a healthy way. Of course, the word healthy is an understatement of the year. The number of ladies and gentlemen in my proximity that instead of exchanging warm words and genuine feelings exchange their bodily fluids is increasing day by day (it was alarming to begin with). I am not surprised by the fact that so many young people are generally motivated by sex and loose what intellectuals call a "moral code" if they have David Beckham's crotch popping out of every magazine and children sniffing cocaine off of each other's stomachs and genitals in TV shows airing at 10 am on a Sunday. Although the tendency of my generation to over-sex everything is hard to resist for some people, there has to be hope!

My mother once told me that the sexual desire is one of the easiest desires that one can supress. Although generally speaking my generation's threshold on acceptability has decreased and we're all rushing into things in one way or another, I like to think of myself as one of those people that when sex is offered to them on a silver platter, will refuse. It's never just sex, so take the time to see the shades of grey.