The Sex... again

I am still wondering about the sex. What is it exactly? Animals give out scents and parade on roofs to give out the signal that they're ripe for the picking. It's called the influence of pheromones. Are we human beings the same? In a world where women are supposed to be the equal of their male counterparts, are we really being equal? And what about the pheromones? Ok, so we've graduated from stinky pee as in cats, to Dolce & Gabbana, Versace and Hugo Boss. But we still act the same, no, worse, or better, we're acting in the same way. And although watching cats on heat can be very Discovery-Channel-like entertainment, watching humans go for the kill is a type of entertainment which would really be worth a 100 Euro a minute. And what's best about it is that it comes for free. The only problem is that there is no ticket booth where you can buy your seatings from. So sometimes you have to watch it from less then comfy positions, but that doesn't make it less worth your while. So what happens... there first has to be an aphrodisiac present, which is normally power, money, power, money, power, money... that's about it. Women rarely go for the looks where men are concerned. Why, I have no clue. What's worse is that the more dominant the man, the more swoony women tend to get. Big sigh. Why are women such gluttons for punishment? Do we really think that a domineering man will suddenly turn into a pussycat once he's taken? Of course not. There is one big difference between dominant and domineering. And the latter is not to my liking at all. And yet I keep seeing women waltzing about through whiffs of D&G and Cavalli and Christian Dior. And the man isn't even good looking, or sexy, or nice. But then of course you can get attracted to a man who doesn't look like David Beckham if he's good with words. But this doesn't even qualify in that either. And my mind wanders, perhaps because it's a dirty mind, as to what this man would look like naked, all sweaty, all hot, ready to pounce on the usual fragile counterpart. And it makes me laugh. And I try to give him another shot and try to think what he'd be like at foreplay. And that is hilarious. And then my dirty mind wonders what he'd be like during the act itself. Oh God, it's so funny, lame, a laughing stock. Would he be good at talking dirty, he being Narcissus in persona, could he possibly get it up just by stripping and looking at himself in the mirror? Or perhaps he could really do with a bottle of glass-cleaning fluid and a cloth... to wipe away the load he'd be shooting? What on God's earth possesses a woman to seduce a guy like that? Guys like that are as cheap as the aftershave they wear. There are plenty more fish in the sea, nice fish in a cleaner sea may I note. My mum always said that as long as a guy is well groomed and clean, then he'll be ok. This one needs a good soak in an acid bath. That bad. And no, I'm not sorry I'm bad mouthing the guy because he deserves it. Beware all you domineering man out there, because something like my mind will be playing all the dirty tricks in the world, and then you'll just end up on my blog for all to see. Ditto.

The Sex

My doorbell's ringing but it's going to have to keep ringing.I am not about to emerge out of my cat-invaded quilt. It would give them a fright and after all the campaigning that's been going on about being kind to animals, I do my bit too. I am also not opening the door because I know who it's going to be, the pesky neighbour who is taking days, no months, to paint his door. I don't care. I'm staying put, totally. Had a good day today, but I keep thinking and re-thinking about sex. The sex. Not the kind of thinking which men think about according to statistics. But still it's about full blown sex, and yet not the kind of full blown sex statistics talk about. It will always be a mystery but is seems that power of some sort will always be an aphrodisiac. It's as old as the hills. Take a 'powerful' man, and women start behaving like cats on heat. Terribly lame. But very entertaining if you keep your mouth shut and try to become as small as a fly on the wall. One would think we're still in Stone age, because not even my cat waltzed so hard as to provoke my other cat in having sex. And that probably is the reason why Stemtil and Panadol will continue to make millions. All that waltzing must take its toll on the head. And that, in turn, is why shrinks will always be a household staple.... will be back.