The Ancient Drug
As much as I hate cocaine, heroin, meth, and other drugs, there is one drug that’s been a global epidemic since the dawn of man. It ruins lives, tears families apart, has ended relationships, started wars, and controlled more people than all of the other drugs combined. It’s rampant in every city in the world, and you can go out on the streets and buy it. Just one bad hit can kill you. People who’ve never even done it are obsessed with it. It is even mentioned in the bible!
In case you haven’t picked up on it yet, the drug that I’m talking about is sex. Is there anything more overrated and rampant than sex? Think about it; how many marriages are ruined due to sex? Sometimes a couple splits up because there isn’t enough of it. Sometimes a couple splits up because there’s too much of it. And even more common is a couple splitting up because one of them is doing it with someone else. As a matter of fact, if you put sex and money together, they end more marriages than anything else, and it’s not even remotely close.
Speaking of money, look at the business of sex. Drugs have nothing on the sex industry. The sex industry is mostly legal, and it’s numbers dwarf those of drugs. You may think that I’m talking about porn, because that’s a multi-billion dollar industry, but porn is just the tip of the iceberg. Most movies have sex scenes, and there’s sexy people in almost every magazine and tv commercial. The phrase “Sex sells” is even more true than you think! People will associate sex with anything. If you’re an advertiser trying to sell a product to men, your money making angle is always “This product will get you laid.”
And don’t get me wrong, I like sex. But I always try to be rational about it. I’m rational about it because A) I’m married now, so I have no choice, and B) Because sex-starved people are pathetic creatures. Just look at those guys who go out to bars and clubs trying to get laid. Is anyone more pitiful? With their buttoned shirts, excessive cologne, and used car salesman smiles… I haven’t gone out with the agenda of getting laid since my teenage years, and that was only because during your teenage years as a man, you’re a hormonal nightmare. Ever since then, I was pretty good at practicing willpower. Sure, I’ve succumbed to urges since then, but it’s never controlled my life.
Even worse to me is the judgement that people pass on others due to their sexual desires. I’m not going to harp on it, like I have in the past, but the hatred some people have towards homosexuality is just plain stupid. Why the hell do some men look down on gay men? And don’t use that whole “I don’t want him hitting on me!” bullshit excuse either, unless you’re trying to make me laugh. I don’t see any women lining up to sleep with you, and most gay men are even pickier than them. My mom is a nurse, and she’s had gay friends for a long time, and they came over to our house when I was a kid. I’m glad about that too, because I learned that gay people are the same as everyone else, and I’ve never been uncomfortable around one.
Then there’s the whole fetish thing. This one is tricky to some people, and I have no idea why. Being gay falls into the same category as having an unusual fetish as far as this part goes. What I mean is that what people do in the privacy of their own home, behind closed doors, is the business of nobody but the people involved. As long as you’re not fucking kids or raping someone, I don’t give a shit what you like to do, and I’m not going to judge you for it. I remember many years ago, when I worked at a video game store, I had a coworker who had a rumor going around about him. Supposedly, he liked his girlfriend to “be the man” if you catch my drift. As weird as that sounds to us, why should we care? It’s sex, not a moral belief. And recently I had a friend admit to me in confidence that he has a fetish that he thinks makes him a freak, and it doesn’t. He’s not even the only person I know who likes what he does. I don’t really give a damn what you do in privacy, so knock yourself out.
As much as I wish I wasn’t, I’m pretty normal as far as that stuff goes. I’m not going to go into any detail (my mom reads this), but it wouldn’t matter anyway. I don’t really have any weird things, so I guess I’m kind of boring really. I’m glad that I’m not a slave to my desires though, because I get to be myself. Too many of you out there dress a certain way and act a certain way, in order to give off the vibe that you’re the kind of person that people want to sleep with. All of the clothes, persona, and lifestyle that you implement into your life, for the purpose of attracting a partner, takes away from your true self. That’s my take on it at least. I can honestly say that anyone that I’ve been with for en extended period of time was with the real me. I am what you see, and that’s pretty much it. It’s not a moral high ground either, I’m just not an addict.