[...] Anyway, a British comedian Spike Millian thought sex was hilarious when he was young! Anyone like him on here?
Never heard of him. But If he was a precursor influence for Monty Python, then maybe I've encountered something about him at least once, but since forgotten. As a child, I suppose that if it weren't for dogs, chickens and other livestock on the grandparents' farm spoiling the jape ahead of time -- I would have considered a description of sex to be the most utterly ridiculous thing I'd ever heard of or read up until then.
Certainly (over the long haul), it is more trouble than what it is worth. Though that perspective kind of entails taking it serious with regard to all the potential, ensuing problems and catastrophes.
While the vast number of busy prostitutes in 19th-century London belied the success of the strategy later in life... Incredibly, before the 1920s, many young couples seem to have been getting married in order to obtain sex. Today, nobody in their right mind seeks matrimony for that reason (arguably the opposite). That's excluding swingers, serial adulterers, open marriages, etc (in those cases the connubial contract seems essential for enhancing the experience).
When he was younger, hubby worked at a place where most of the non-single male employees seemed to bizarrely regard him as the person to confide their marital frustrations to. As if he was a minister or counselor or therapist (I suppose he did somewhat resemble such back then, in terms of demeanor and appearance).
His assessment from that input was that most of them were only engaging in spousal relations once a month on average (in rarer cases maybe once a year or not at all). Circa half were cheating on their wives occasionally, and that included a few who were the regular church-going type (ergo, perhaps the confessional urge to report their guilt to an impartial party).
There was one clique of three SDRR life-stylers who constantly complained about struggling with debt, while simultaneously wasting their pay-checks on a steady flow of cigarettes, soft drinks, and an array of other non-essential items/activities.
The most ironic highlight for hubby was how all three had teenage wives (one of the latter was only 17), and every other weekend they would travel fifty miles together to visit a nudie club.
He was flummoxed: "
They each have THAT at home, they're buried in bills, and they blow money to watch what they've seen and even touched before, like still a trio of twelve-year old boys new to it anywhere but in magazines."
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), one is more able to stand back and consider sex dispassionately. When I review my own sexual experiences they are a game of two halves, really. There was tremendous passion at times but then there were all the issues to do with managing expectations and commitment, both mine and the other party's, both physically and emotionally, how to extricate oneself from an unsatisfactory relationship and so on. Sex does inevitably create a strong bond, that has to be nurtured or it can go sour. That's a lot of effort and commitment.
