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Sex or Apples
Sex or Apples
I was reviewing the earliest pages the Bible and right there in book of Genesis I saw it -- in the very beginning, where there was this wonderful garden and a man and a woman -- just one commandment, "Be fruitful and multiply."
Good enough for me.
The adultry commandment hadn't even been invented. No commandment to work a 40-hour week, get into a good school, clean your room, be respectable or worry what the neighbors thought.
No worries about how much money somebody made.
Just one thing Adam and Eve were supposed to do: Be fruitful and multiply.
I can handle that.
This idea that all of us could be living in one big garden, weaving social and sexual intercourse like a warm blanket is a lot more inviting than monogamy, prudence, chastity, and answering to some jerk who wants "that damn report on my desk by 5!"
Maybe it's just me.
And clothing bugs me, too. It's not just figuring out what to wear to work today -- Misters Armani and Hugo Boss have that pretty much figured out, either them or Mr. Levi Strauss. But I like the freedom of naked.
Not like this will surprise anybody, but I really think women are more beautiful when they are naked, too. And that opinion isn't one based on simply appealing to my prurient interests, either. But I think I can know the whole woman better if I can see the whole woman better.
And while we're at it, what is the hang up with erect penises, anyway? They just indicate a fellow is happy. We appreciate a good smile don't we? Why can't I be in this wonderful garden and let my happiness shine? "As a matter of fact madam, I am glad to see you!" (The close ups on body parts get out of hand, though. Unless you are board certified medically in a specialty you shouldn't be focusing on one body part that much -- it's about the person.)
Anywaym the same goes for sex that goes for the opinion on naked. Our sexual desires are part of who we are. And getting to know somebody should include at least one good roll in the hay. It's fun, it's relaxing. and you afterwards you can concentrate more on that person's conversation, instead of wondering how good they are in bed.
So why play it like baseball with all the ordered bases, 1, 2, 3, Home. It's fun to hit a home run every once and a while. Why not enjoy an orgasm with somebody before enjoying their opinions on politics, religion, arts and the neighbor's dog.
Why not? Because of those apples in that garden. Did Adam and Eve even give the "fruitful and multiply" stuff a shot before that snake talked them into taking a bit out of that apple? And now we have to all pay for it?
Every time I'm in the grocery store and a cutie smiles at me, I waltz past the produce section and curse those apples. Is there a Fuji, Gala, Honey Crisp or Jonagold worth trading sex for? Not in my opinion.
One day I'll have my own garden, and invite my more open friends to remove their clothes and inhibitions in it. It will have all kinds of plants and flowers and trees on it. Birds and bees and flowers.
Just no apples.