Remember when you first discovered sex? It happens to each and every one of us, although the discovery may be considered by some to be a dirty secret, it is a rite of passage. It is, quite literally, a door into another world, a time when sexploration is king.
Most people, myself included, actually discover the world of sex through printed medium. It is those images and stories which stay with you, intrigue you, titillate and tantalize you, arousing your biggest erogenous zone – the brain.
There are constant depictions of these firsts in movies, images of young boys hunched over girlie magazines, ogling pin ups, etc., in search of forbidden delights. Adults find these glimpses comical, if nostalgic, but for teenagers it is a deadly serious pursuit. This door, once opened, beckons irresistibly.
Throughout American history, there have been times of wild sexual excess and subsequent repression. This change in attitudes seems to be cyclical and I don’t think its far off the mark to say that we are on the up-swing. While excess may not be championed, freedom of sexual expression, diversity and myriad forms of what is acceptable in the sexual arena continues to widen. Unlike previous generations, Generation X, thanks in no small part to mass media, have grown up during an unprecedented time of diminishing sexual boundaries and limitations and its no secret that they revel in it. Clearly this is very alarming to some and to others it is merely de rigueur and liberating.
When I was in my early teens, I discovered my great grandmother’s library. It was a motley collection that contained a book I will never forget, Taboo. It was an epic 600 pages about a young sailor and his sexcapades. The book opens with his homecoming on V.J. day (Victory over Japan) at the end of WW II in 1945. In the jubilant crowd he grabs and seizes unknown women for a kiss, a hug or an illicit squeeze. Sex deprived, overjoyed with being alive, he is captivated by the sight, scent and feel of the throngs of women. He is maddened by the feel of their breasts pressed against him, their curvaceousness and the tinkling chorus of their voices, laughing and squealing with delight. One of the women, crazed, horny and enamoured, no doubt, by his WW II hero status, places his unsuspecting hand beneath her skirt. He gets the shock of his life because she is sans underwear and very wet. Taking him by the hand, she leads him to a car where she proceeds to wrap her legs around him and fuck him senseless. To a distant observer they might have been sharing a hug but for anyone up close they were a voyeur’s dream. Alas, no one cares to look and they come, hard, explosively and insanely fast as the swelling sound of the crowd envelops them, buoying them up on a tide of hedonistic madness. Yes, it is is broad daylight, can you imagine? Without doubt, he is a prodigious Shagger and gets some everywhere he goes and he is constantly on the go. What’s not to love?
|shag 5 // (shg)
v. shagged, shag·ging, shags Chiefly British Vulgar Slang
v.tr. To engage in sexual intercourse with.
v.intr. To engage in sexual intercourse.
[Perhaps from obsolete shag, to shake, wiggle.]
// This was the first, graphic, sexual novel I read but no way could it have been the last. If memory serves, it would not win points for literary excellence but it did get top marks for torridness lol. I was so stimulated by this hidden world of adults that I went on a treasure hunt and in various relative’s homes found treasure troves, Playboy, Playgirl, Screw Magazine and most curiously, tons of “Ladies Magazines” that contained sex stories in a beauty parlor of all things. They had such nice covers but the insides were scandalous, especially because the shop was run by women in their um 60’s. I am not an ageist, I was just too young to know that sex is a lifelong endeavor.
For me, it wasn’t the images but the stories that stoked my imagination. From such humble beginnings I went on to find Judy Blume, Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying, Scruples, The Story of O, Tropic of Capricorn and Cancer, 120 days of Sodom, Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty Series and countless others. I was giddy and gleeful. Yes, it’s true, I was absolutely taken by the myriad ways that one could get off and the sheer variety of human sexual expression. In fact, I still am, which is one of the reasons that I write about sex.
I have had great fun this week asking my friends to recount the recollections of their first, secret sexplorations and watching their reactions which are an interesting combination of shame, furtiveness, excitement and glee.
I am pretty sure you remember yours too :).
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