Why can’t we talk about sex with our friends
using the cunt-cock-fuck language that everyone
knows but feels inhibited about using it?
When the mainstream media talk about sex the
emphasis is almost always on the risks and dangers.
Risk taking will always be there. But why is it stressed so much?
Driving a car includes risk. Crossing the road can kill you.
When it comes to any conversation about sexual responsibility
we’re all told unless it’s 100 percent safe, unless it’s
risk free, you shouldn’t do it. Is this sound advice or a means
by which our sexual nature is repressed?
The moralists tell us that unless sex is completely
safe, you shouldn’t do it. And nobody who’s rational
does it unless every precaution has been taken.
There’s no such thing as 100 percent safe sex.
Of course there are risks. Kids need to be
informed, do what they can to mitigate them.
But there’s no need to be neurotic or obsessive about it.
At a certain point you’re just going to go for it.
So you might as well be armed with information,
birth control, a little common sense so you won’t
get harmed by it or get run over. Look both ways.
Don’t be paralyzed by dread. There’s a lot
of fear-mongering going on out there.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all
day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
Innocence & Lust [Poem]
I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color
of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of
your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the
sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the
fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry,
sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart.
Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda