Sex: Why it is overrated and unnecessary

The world is aghast with images of sexual intercourse in all mediums. Television, magazines, advertisements; nowhere is safe from its influence. There are clubs out there that people join to attain it, and clubs people join to abstain from it. Sex is all around us, and that begs one key question: is it overrated?

Some people believe sex is the be all and end all of life. In my experience these people are the least intelligent. Afterall, sex is an instinct and animals are driven by instincts. What separates man from his animal relatives? Intelligence. It is quite clear that sex is an animalistic activity and should not be sought after by intelligent beings. Sex may be the last hurdle to overcome in our evolution.

Sex is also not very stimulating. In the few times I have made love in my life I did not enjoy it. The experiences were awkward, embarrassing and over extremely quickly. My time is much better spent reading a novel or reading aloud my poetry to the public. The only clear purpose of sexual intercourse is to breed more humans and I have chosen not to have children. There is no enjoyment in sex that makes it worthwhile.

The constant need for sex is a mental construct. Look at nature and you will find your answers. Animal beings do not chase after sex; indeed, they only do it when absolutely necessary. Many creatures perhaps do it once a year or not at all. Such evidence quite clearly shows we have been socialised to want lots of sexual intercourse. Our instincts only want it when it is needed.

Sex is overrated. There is no doubt about it. Enjoyable is not a word I would use to describe such intercourse, in fact torture is the word I would use. We are socialised to want sex and we are socialised to like it. Do not be ashamed to admit you are not a sheep, not a follower, not another brainwashed sex chaser. Be proud, sing aloud and rejoice: I do not want sex.

Introductions are in order.

Dear readers,

I am new to the world of internet communication so I apologise profusely for any hiccups. My dear friend Cecil set this up in the hope it would be an outlet for my aggression. I am not quite sure what he means by that, but I do hope to produce something worth reading.

Here you will find my general musings on life. Should you like to contact me please do not hesitate in doing so. My dear friend Cecil also happens to be my only friend. Friends have proven hard to come by in life. However, those looking for a more physical relationship please look elsewhere. I am not that kind of man.

Thank you,
Charles E. Blythe