Let Me Vent:
I wonder all the time if I have become irrelevant. (I did not say irreverent. I have always been that.) My episode of remorse has been a long time coming. If I do not say something, I will explode.
First, I must give a disclaimer. (I have searched in all my writings, for the place that I may exercise the term ‘mia coupa’. I always liked that car: My Coupe.)
I digress. My disclaimer is to all my friends, both close and a fire. Yep, purposely used. Most of the time, all friends are close. But some are so far away that you couldn’t find them with a cloud by day, or a fire by night.
My disclaimer is that for all whom I am intimate with (get your minds away from the gutter), I do not include you for my rant.
I am tired about the way sex is handled by the non-porn group. Couples live together, shack up, have friend with privileges, etc. Then after decades of decadence, they decide to make the world happy with their marriage. I ask you. Why get married? Is your guilt getting to you? Legal questions? One finally gives into the nagger. I do not think so. In fact, I really do not know the reason.
The reason for the rant is this. ‘Virginity’ has become a dirty word. Christians say, “I am saving myself.” Oh yeah, I know that verse. “Thou SHALL save thyself.” Many flippant Christians ‘tee hee’ about it. They hope the ‘Talk’ is sufficient. This is not that talk. It is the “make sure you have protection talk.”
Then, the parents send their children out with a ‘thing’ and a prayer. God, please do not let her come back with that ‘embryo thing’. Lord, please do not let him loose his responsible plans with irresponsibility.
If that is the scenario in a household, it comes to late. They already have had the talk from their culture and our society.
In the movie Young Frankenstein, there is a scene where the young Doctor is pressing the ‘Frau’ for her relationship with his father. She finally gives in and in her frustration yells, “Yes. Yes. He vas my boyfriend.” So, I end this diatribe by saying this about my wedding night, “Yes. Yes. Ve vere amateurs.”
Good night from London.
