How do you approach no-strings-attached sex? (Non-explicit)

Page 2 of 2 [ 18 posts ]  Go to page Previous  1, 2

dianthus
Veteran
Veteran

Joined: 25 Nov 2011
Gender: Female
Posts: 4,138

13 Jul 2015, 6:28 pm

Loveurself wrote:
Sex is not a "no strings attached" situation. There are always strings attached.


Exactly...this is what it comes down to.

The question posed here is basically like, how do you approach something that doesn't exist?



Spiderpig
Veteran
Veteran

User avatar

Joined: 14 Apr 2013
Gender: Male
Posts: 7,893

22 Jul 2015, 5:40 pm

I can't speak from experience, and much less from female experience, but it seems obvious that the first thing you do to approach it is not to follow advice from people who had as much sex while young as they wanted and try to stop you from getting your own early experience.

I was effectively prevented from even trying. I don't care how little others may value it. I also don't think I'd actually have been able to get sex, but the good experiences I could have gained by approaching girls will always be priceless to me. Nothing will ever replace in my book hugging and kissing intimately a girl my age when I was sixteen, knowing when I look at her eyes, and when I feel her arms reluctant to let me go, that she is as much in heaven as I am.

I'll probably be accused of viewing women like objects, but I know it's not true. Nothing makes you value true intimacy, trust and friendship more than being your whole life starved of it, and having to pretend you're perfectly happy because, hey, you have a family and it'd be disrespectful to them to think their company isn't quite enough. Sex could be an integral part of those relationships, as long as the consent of everyone involved is strictly respected, and modern technology could render it very much risk-free if we really wanted it to be, but, of course, we prefer to restrict one another's pleasure as much as we can.

PS -- Someone's recently posted some link to this site. It seems very relevant here.


_________________
The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.