Showing posts with label pillow talk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pillow talk. Show all posts

Saturday, January 12, 2013

All That She Wants Is Another Baby



Headline from twenty years hence:

Woman Conceives: Father Admits to Lying About Birth Control. 

I guess that male chemical contraception - by pill or injection - isn't far away.

You can picture it now: A couple arrive at her apartment in a cab, all bra-straps and breathless. They can't take their hands off each other. On the ride up in the elevator, they grind in the corner. Inside, they pause for a moment on the threshold, kissing deeply. She takes him by the hand to her bedroom. Clothes come off, then she stops:

"You are firing blanks, aren't you?" She asks.

He smiles smugly. "Of course. I had my HeroShot last week. I'm good 'til June."

"In that case....c'mere and fuck me" she growls.


Fortunes can be made if you can predict headlines from the future. The difficult ones will make you the most, easier ones not so much. Even I can predict those, like the one I opened with. The trend of women adopting male behaviour is well entrenched. Rates of binge drinking, violence and infidelity among women are heading towards those of men, presumably a consequence of the move to "gender equality", although quite what women gain from equality in these areas escapes me.

The other social elephant in the room is the fact of declining birthrates. Now that's been a kind of under-the-fold headline for a decade or so, but I predict that too will change. (Making my opening headline even more prescient, BTW.) Western countries face huge problems with declining populations starting about now. Asian countries will follow, and only the continent of Africa will be growing by mid-century.

No-one remembers a man called Paul Ehrlich. He wrote a book in the 1970s, The Population Bomb, in which he posited the decline of humans because we were too numerous. In fact, time will show that he was 180 degrees out with his predictions, that our biggest problems will come simply from there being too few of us.

I'm going to counter his Population Bomb idiocy with a theory of my own. By 2050, the most valuable event on earth will be a natural pregnancy. We might live to regret that male pill.



Bottoms Up, Conceptors.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Sexual Non-Sequiteurs


A mental block.

This business of what to say during sex is becoming a hurdle. A second-hand Hollywood/porn soundtrack fills my head, so I'm no longer sure I can mouth or grunt expressions of...whatever it is we're supposed to emit during the bonk.

This is the difficulty with an analytical viewpoint - it's not sexy.

When one should be breathlessly imploring:

Oh, My GOD, your pussy is just so VELVETY and tight and you're so HOT and SEXY...

etc...

...the calm, detached person's instinct for talking is:

Huh. This feels really good. I wonder how evolution got to the point where a penis snugging into a vagina not only allows for DNA mixing, yet creates emotional satisfaction....

...etc.

You see the problem?

Thinking of dialogue to please the other person doesn't help, because there's no way of knowing (initially, at least) whether she likes:

Oh, yeah, you DIRTY bitch, I know you like it like THIS...

...etc.

Or if she's into:

Darling, let me introduce you to my best friend, Mr Sausage, and how happy you can make him with some light kissing....


etc.




Bottoms Up, You Slutty Bitch You.