Lust for life... or, what's the fascination with sex, people?

She's seriously under dressed for the weather.

Erotica has been around since some fool in a fur drew stick figures going at it on a cave wall. It’s pretty much always been in existence. There are a few staples that unite all us animals as one. Oxygen, water, food and f*cking or an interest in same. Even people who don’t do it have an opinion so it’s one of those great essentials to our existence. Whether it be photography, writing, movies or whatever, we’ve long felt the need to poke sticks at the subject and see what stuck its head out to rawr at us. And it’s such a crazily personal and intimate thing.  Theres a certain ‘ick’ factor involved when any body fluids get going. It can be embarrassing and wonderful and a hundred and one other things…

Nothing plays on the mind quite like sex does. Even prudish types are still apparently obsessed with it. Nietzsche made the point that in order to be celibate like a monk you needed to have sex permanently on the brain or you simply wouldn’t care that much. You needed to be someone who thought about sex and felt that sex was important enough to define yourself by its lack. It can often be seen to be more character defining for those who care passionately about whatever other people are doing when it comes to ‘it’. The prudes put a lot of effort into nay-saying and waggling fingers at folk.

Then there are the people into sexualities alternative to ‘straight’ heterosexual practices. Whether you be gay or into kink or whatever (And no I couldn’t care a less what you do in the privacy of your own bedroom so don’t give me sh*t about labeling anyone alternative. Want me to jump and down and object to getting labeled ‘straight’? Huh? Do ya? Cause it’s not that great a word…). But none of this explains the interest in something like Erotica so let’s get moving right along…

Are people attracted to Erotica because they like sex? Interesting and even weird sex, as compelling as it can be? But what they maybe aren’t attracted to, in real-life at least, is the baggage attached to same. Erotica gives us the thrill without the spill (Heh… spill. Oh don’t be so sordid. Grow up.). None of the drama and carry on that can follow a good roll in the hay. No call me maybe or awkward moments with others afterwards (hopefully). And how about the Happy Ever After factor prevalent in Romancelandia? Erotic Romance gives us a world where people can have their cake and eat it too (Eat. Eat! Heh.). Emotionally secure in the knowledge that a good times feeling waits right around the corner, no matter how tumultuous the preceding bed sport and relationship wrangling might have been. So you have all of the juice of an exciting time in the sack without any of the mess.

And doesn’t the act of sex speak of a deeper more physical connection and understanding between our hero and heroine? To our messed up little psyches it’s a tentative promise of sorts. It’s a definite well trodden step upon the path to true love and often its absence can be rather darn telling. Or that might just be me. I don’t cope well with sweet. Stuff that ends at the bedroom door niggles me.

The Fisherman's Wife again with her porny tentacles. I'm sorry. I think it's funny.

You can also just be curious. Buttoned down types not oozing much of anything can really tickle your imagination. Remember ‘Zack and Miri Make a Porno’? How’s about when Zack says how even people you hate can be sort of oddly fascinating when going about the sexual act. What are people really like when no one is meant to be watching and their mind is most definitely on other matters?

In conclusion maybe it’s simpler than all this. For many people maybe it’s simply fun to be horny. It’s a way of coming alive. Get’s the blood rushing and all that. So there’s a chat about sex and erotica and stuff. With or without a happy ending, what do you think of watching someone else let it all hang out?