The 20’s in the city , apart from bringing along its own set of driving tests and marriage proposals, both of which teach you how to swerve carefully and avoid collisions, also brings forth an individual’s understanding of sex, and the other sex. Literally, and figuratively.
Blame it on too many cocktails, or too much Carrie Bradshaw,or just way too much of sex, lies and videotape, but it seems that true liberation needn’t be reached only through the Karmic Theory. In this realm, the line between enlightment and orgasm tends to blur. But it blurs a lot more that it seems, getting hidden away, packed and stacked, bubble wrapped away from all those who are thought unfit of use. Sex, is thus dealt with a major X, and discussions about sex, ironically take the backseat, finding their ways into sleepovers and stag parties.
Which brings us to the one question; should it really be left to the hushed whispers? To be downed with tequila shots? Bound beyond closed doors and history textbooks? Is sex even more fiction than Santa or Satan; where the birds and bees remain just that, birds, and bees.
In a country where sex is taboo, and people are coy about post-coital, one wonders, in a place where sex is accompanied with a seeti,where’s the sex in this city?
>Hidden, but yet in plain sight. Under glossy magazines in plastic covers, on makeshift wooden stands; softwares and soft porn. In the seedier by lanes of town, under shady street lights, hidden beneath the hypothetical carpet of perfection, giving a whole new meaning to streetlight people.
But what about you, and I, and everyone else out there, you ask? We may draw up our own lust lists, and take up all the purity tests that Facebook might have to offer, but sure, there’s a risk in being risqué. After all, the four bases of Baseball aren’t for everyone, are they? A conversation with a friend took a turn when she told me that she was well past base 3, but not quite there to reach the 4th base.
We wondered, sipping our long islands and nibbling at our nachos, is there even such a thing as base 3.5? Well, we both agreed, that she had miles to go before she hit the home run, but what about all those countless others out there, stuck in a sexual limbo, wanting to take that one giant leap, for that one small step?
They say that there might be a thin line between love and hate, but what about the thread between love and lust? Is love necessary, to lead to lust? Or does pure lust lead to true love? In true love’s first kiss, is lust what you sorely miss? If it’s okay to go after the object of your affection, isn’t it okay to do the same for the object of your seduction too? After all, if everything’s fair in love and war, isn't lust but the perfect coupling between the two?
Maybe, I lust you, will never replace I love you.
Maybe love’s labour’s lost, or maybe love’s labour’s lust.
Go figure. I have people to go stalk.
