A friend recently asked me why I thought sex was important. It shocked her when I told her it wasn’t.
“Are you kidding me?”, she said. “You’ve told me you have sex most days, you blog about it, you seek out friends that are into sex. How can you say sex is not important?”
She was correct… to an extent. I do love sex and I love other people who love sex. But that does not make sex objectively important.
What I think it is important is that people pursue their pleasures.. whatever those pleasures might be. I broadly categorize people into two categories – ‘joyful’ and ‘joyless’. And I love joyful people. My wife has always been a bit flabbergasted by some of the people I like spending time with. I have a friend who is obsessed with steampunk… and at ur age that can seem a little odd. Anther – a totally geeky guy who loves building model helicopters; he had the most elaborate, fully functioning models that he would take months building and then flying.
And other people – the joyless – people so caught up in their day-to-day busyness. This people bore me to tears. Dinner parties where parents take turns bragging out their children’s accomplishments – kill me now. Or – worse – where they complain and worry non-stop about how dangerous the world is becoming and how much better it was in our youth – kill me twice.
So.. yes.. I love joyful people. I certainly have a penchant toward those who love sex… I certainly do. But, really, any happy, energetic person will suit me fine.