Why Americans Need More Sex

Rhonda Jones
I just read an article that blames sex for the lack of love in society today. At first I couldn't believe it. Then I remembered that America is the country that nearly had to go into collective therapy because Janet Jackson's boob made a public appearance during the Super Bowl.

And I thought we were all adults here.

Sex is not the reason that there is a lack of love in society today. People are the reason there is a lack of love in society today. They are also the reason there was a lack of love in society the day before that. And the day before that.

In fact, I think we would be a lot more happy and healthy if we didn't have all these weird views about sex. If we could just enjoy it. Sex is not love. Sex is pleasure. Kind of like pizza. You never hear, "The reason there is no love in society today is because we're all too focused on having our crusts stuffed with cheese."

Frankly, I think we all need a bit more cheese stuffed into our crusts, if you know what I mean.

There's a lack of love because we're selfish. People are all out for themselves. That's you. That's me. That's everyone. It's also natural. People are not naturally moral beings. Morality has to be taught. And it's pretty subjective.

And sex is not an immoral act. We were made to have sex. That's why we do it. There is nothing morally wrong with using sex to sell a pair of blue jeans or a new car. Frankly, I think you're kind of sad and pathetic of you drop 50 grand on a car because it had a pretty girl sitting on top of it in a commercial, but there's nothing morally wrong with putting her there.

What I want to know is, why are Americans so afraid of sex? Why are they so afraid of the human body? (I mean "they" in a purely rhetorical sense. I'm American. Have been all my life. Southern, in fact.)

Actually, that's a stupid question for me to ask. It's our pain ethic. If we don't deny ourselves, then we're not good people. Well, guess what-if we do deny ourselves, we're not good people. In fact, we're worse people. Rape is much higher in societies that are afraid of sex, ironically enough. So is stress-related death. Think America and Japan on both counts.

My theory is that America is such a violent place because we are all screwed up about sex. If we could just relax and enjoy ourselves, then we would be a lot better off. We wouldn't have to kill and maim and rape. Other societies don't do it. I'm traveling right now, and so I happen to be sitting in one of those other societies right now. I'm an attractive 5-foot, 2-inch woman who weighs 100 pounds. I can also walk in this city at midnight by myself without fear of being accosted. I can't do that in my own hometown of Augusta, Ga. I know. I've tried.

What we need to do is start looking at reality. Men like sex. Women like sex. Kids like sex. At least 10 percent of all children born into marriages are not the biological offspring of the man they call their father. And that's just the ones we know about. People cheat. People lie. They lie because they know people can't handle the truth. Like the fact that sex and love have nothing to do with each other. People need sex. They need orgasms. That's why we're so focused on it. When you say that we should just forget it and focus on love, you are missing the point.

What causes people to hurt each other over sex is the guilt they feel afterward. Guilt doesn't do anyone any good. Jealousy doesn't do anyone any good. I should know. I'm one of the most jealous people you've ever met.

If we truly loved each other, we would allow each other to experience pleasure without guilt. What we call love is, more often than not, our own insecurities. An addiction to the other person. Fear of being left behind. You want to prove your love to someone? Let them go have their pleasure with someone else. Take the chance that their happiness might even lie somewhere else. Give them freedom. That's love.

Published by Rhonda Jones

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