Ok, I'm writing this morning with a little fire under my butt, sometimes I just get that way... just hear me out.
So, everywhere I go I am surrounded by casual sex... not in a real hooker-kind-of-way. But, just the idea. It's on the radio, in every song that makes me want to shake my "sexy thang." It's in every movie -- what guy will this main character sleep with? Oh, I wish she slept with the other guy. And, what of the movie that asks the question of "What's my number?" ... And, not my cell number, the number of how many people I've slept with.... err... is "one" the right answer? Oh...And, goodness, can I not walk down the mall corridor and wonder about our nation's future in our teenagers looking like little sex models? "Barbie and Ken"-ing themselves out to the next hottest person. And, really, is getting intimate with your high school sweet-heart really the pinnacle of life? And, why does everyone need to talk about sex as the most interesting conversation. oh wait... sex is the most interesting conversation, but do we really need to have it be the focus of "coolness"? Is that all we are America?
What of this picture? A girl, given enough self-confidence to see herself as a contributor to humanity, poised and beautiful. Waiting in maturity for experiences of life to show her who she is, and waiting for one man who will give her a lifetime of love -- the kind where he won't leave in the morning.
What of this picture? A girl, like most of us, who is hungry for attention, wanting to be loved -- wants to feel ok -- safe. Wants to be held, wants to be loved.. Throws life to the wind... to whatever comes, maybe into the arms of a man to fulfill all of her needs. That's in all of us.. I hear that... I just want you to see that it's neediness that drives us to the arms of a man. Can we be above our neediness? Can we reign in our neediness and save it for the right time, the right man, and the right place -- with the least amount of collateral damage?
I understand that it's not only media, but also biology that support sexual prowess. That the most reproducingly-friendly woman gets the most male attention. And, let's face it, I look the most at the most reproducinly-friendly males. We are wired that way, but can we not stand up and be bigger than our impulses. Can we not see, as a people, that being the prettiest and sexiest and having the most attention isn't everything. Can't we see the consequences of a nation's promiscuity. And, instead of a one night romp with the hottest man? Can't I have an entire lifetime with the hottest man in the room? ...Yes I can -- good thing my husband doesn't read this, or he would be super embarrassed...because he is that man. Ha, he'd be so mad right now...
I'm not trying to get all theological on you, but I'm guessing God gave us sexual boundaries because he didn't want a people with STD's, and broken hearts, who are preoccupied with self-indulgence and self-gratification -- thinking that's all life is. There could possibly be more to this journey...
I'm not saying everyone has to be perfect, I'm not trying to put judgment on people's decisions. Goodness, this is reality, I'm just bemoaning the fact that "lots of sex with lots of people" is the new cool. And ticked about culture's huge realm of influence on our view of sex as a flippant thing, instead of a treasured thing... I'm just saying, when the line is drawn in the sand, I'm for wearing a white on your wedding day.
No comments:
Post a Comment