I'll pose a simple enough question tonight. If you're reading this, I do hope you'll take the time to respond.
It's been a hope of mine since I started writing here that I'd be able to open up exchanges and conversations, that I'd be able to talk about some of the issues I raise here with others.
Let's try a very basic question tonight.
What if the last person you had in your arms or in your bed was the last person who'd ever be there?
What if you knew to a clear certainty that you'd never be touched again in any romantic or sexual way?
What if you knew to a moral certainty that you'd never have sex with anyone else ever again?
If you knew those things, what would you do?
I've seen columns written by the gender warriors where any sense of dismay or loss about such things is dismissed with contempt. Not having sex ever again, they say, is no loss at all, and to feel fear or dismay or loss is a sign of...what? "Privilege", of course, and misogyny. To be dismayed over never having sex again is regarded as being complicit in "rape culture".
But amongst those who aren't ranting cultists of the Social Justice Cult---- how would knowing that make you feel?
It'll happen with everyone, sooner or later. Some kiss, some night in bed with a lover, will be a last time for you. Do you see that as too far in the future to make the question worth considering? Have you ever wondered what it would be like on the morning after you realized it was true? What would you see when you look into the mirror after such a realization?
It'll happen with everyone, sooner or later. But tell me--- tell me what it would mean to you to know you'd never be touched again, that you'd never have sex again. What would you do? What would you think about yourself and your future.
Do think about it and get back to me.