Yes. This post is indeed about sex. I have been looking for an excuse to write about it for some time now, and this article gave me ample opportunity to go off on the subject.
I've been really excited by the openness of the Trader Joe's crew to talk about sex or to make sexual innuendos in casual conversation. The other night we had an extensive conversation about penises, circumcision and male sensitivity. A few days ago a coworker did not even blink before high-fiving a pair of gloves that were suggestively hanging out of my back left jean pocket. Sex is here to stay and the discourse has somehow changed.
Over the past few weeks I have been keeping up a liason that has turned from mere fucking (let it be known that the word "mere" is meant to quantify the depth of the relationship, not the quality of the fucking) into a mutually beneficial friendship that grows a little bit more tender each time that it culminates in a face to face encounter. As the closeness has grown, so has the amount of teasing that I have been subjected to, and that I have subjected him to. I pride myself on being fair and balanced when it comes to intimate relationships, but what I fail to realize is that the teasing, the power struggle and the gentle bullying is part of the romantic encounter, the flirtation game that we all inevitably partake in. There is a large part of myself that takes my own self and my surroundings entirely too seriously. I'm starting to think that what this relationship is going to give me (besides a renewed interest in hip-hop), is a lighter look at myself and the people around me. An invaluable life skill.
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