Sexual reeling

Now that main main source of contact with the world immediately outside my bed is through all these daytime reality TV shows I just find myself getting angrier and angrier.You know the ones I'm talking about? Like the ones where a couple's wedding is left for the groom to plan or the guy gets to do a makeover on their house? The couple spends that period apart and the confessional cameras are full of footage of them moaning and whining and crying and lamenting how hard it is to be apart those 2 weeks? It makes me seeth. Yes, seeth.

Those people have no idea how lucky they are, do they? For so many people the separation is the norm; crying oneself to sleep alone the normal way to end a day. Some couples go through months without seeing each other, weeks on end longing to be reunited with their love. Year after year.

Or, maybe it was just us? Maybe for others it doesn't take 7 years to get to where we got to: nowhere.

While I am aware of your low opinion on the Daily Mail, I'm going to have to share something with you. There's a writer who recently wrote of the lengths she's willing to go to, just to avoid having sex with her husband. Apparently a mop and bucket are the threesome of her choice. Like that wasn't tragic enough, now the husband has written a piece on how he'd choose golfing over sex with her any day. I'm sure they're wonderful people equipped with great personalities. They would have to, seeing how they lost  out on the looks and tact departments. But... that is just bullshit. and so bloody unfair.

Sex shouldn't be a chore. Sex is something wonderful that people should make time for. Sex is something people should look forward to. It's the glue that keeps a couple together; that one thing that makes two people more than room mates. And if you don't get that and make that a priority... then shame on you. There are people willing to give their arm and a leg and half of their handbag collection to be in your situation: a loving, committed relationship.

Yes, full-time work and household chores and hobbies and children all take time and energy, but the most important relationship in a family is the one between the parents. If that special bond is not being look after and that intimacy cherished... Very soon there won't be a family either. 

And before you start hoarding more and more activities and distractions and people into your lives, make sure you will always have time set aside for your loved one. If they don't feel loved, needed, wanted and desired... they will find someone else who will make them feel that way. The Saturday boy at the local supermarket selling the wife those cleaning supplies, the bar maid at the 18th hole serving the husband those G&Ts... 

In Judaism sex is something to appreciate as opposed to so many other religions and the shame they instill in it. Ironically, when a couple gets married, it's the husband's duty to promise the wife conjugal relations. Sex is there to be enjoyed, not to be swept under the carpet in a subliminal cleaning frenzy. When you die, are you going to regret not having more sex or not spending enough time on your knees polishing skirt boards? (and for the record, while you're down there anyway...we women can multitask. And most importantly: multiperform in other rooms as well...!)

I never had a headache. I never turned The Man down. I never took to wearing track suit bottoms to bed. I was always shaven and my underwear matched. My goal was to always make sure he felt lusted after, as I know exactly how crucial that is- having survived one relationship where I felt as desired as small pox. We were a great match and the more we did it, the more I wanted it. We shared the same perversions that would probably land you in jail in at  least 4 American states and I loved it. And I wanted to keep cherishing those moments for the rest of our lives. For me he is the hottest man I've ever seen. Yes, in all honesty I wouldn't have dumped him even for Sasha Baron Cohen. (Not that I would have told him that..)

But no. Now I'm alone, left to my own (battery operated) devices. And Sibarys, who should be swinging from the chandeliers are mopping floors and teeing off. Now, that just ticks me off.