Alright, first off I would like to ask the mods to please keep this thread open despite it's minor sexual content. My point is not to be obscene or humorous, but to make a point about the culture I exist in.

That being said I would also like to point out that this might be my last thread for a while, until next week at least, as I am (fortunately) going on spring break, so after this you won't have to put up with my yelling about music and my disgust for humanity for a few days.

I was sitting in my dorm today reading a very long, very boring book on the American West, minding my own business like I always do, and trying to be invisible. My roommate had just come back to the room after being out all night. This, mind you, was around 2:30 PM. I only speak to him out of politeness, and it is rare that I even do that, so when he came in, no words were exchanged, and he sat at his computer doing whatever it is people like him do. Barely 15 minutes had passed before his friend, whom I have taken to referring to as Meathead to my family, came in and started talking with him in their bizarre pseudo-lingo. Usually, their exchanges between with liberal indulgences of the words "faggot," "bitch," or "cocksucker," and this encounter was no different. They spoke for a few moments, using a variety of obscenities that were colorful to say the least, before I was graced with this exchange.

"Damn, those are some big ass titties!"

"What you mean, you get some ass last night?"

"Shit yeah. I hadn't done that since I was with Tiffany. Goddamn, dog, that girl knows how to suck a cock."

And so on and so on. I'd repeat more if I didn't feel so stupid saying such things. But I do, so I won't. Besides, I think you get the picture. Now let me fill in the blanks. Roommate was speaking of his latest in what I assume to be a string of sexual conquests. The "Tiffany" referred to in the exchange was another girl, whom I met once, that he had had sex with for a while until their relationship ended last week.

I was feeling quite ill by the time Meathead left, so I put my book in my backpack and headed for the dinning hall. While I force-fed myself tasteless pizza and a disgusting salad, I wondered if I was not born at the wrong time period. I feel so old, and yet I am only 20; I feel I have lived at least twice as many years. Yet, I have only had one girlfriend during those 20 years, and continue to grieve over that relationship (it ended 5 months ago). I do not feel the need to move from girl to girl, having sex and then breaking up and moving on to another girl. That's never been appealing to me, nor do I think it acceptable behavior. My philosophy is one that classifies me as something of a left-conservative: Yes, you have a right to do whatever you like sexually, and I believe that right should be protected. However, just because you have a right to do it doesn't mean you should do it. Just because I can (theoretically) have sex with as many women as I would like doesn't mean I should have sex with as many women as I would like. I guess that makes me prudish, or conservative, but I grew up in the aftermath of aftermath of the sexual revolution; forgive me if I cannot see the positive in such things. This, consequently, is also why I think I'll never get married or fall in love again: I'm too traditional, and far too conservative in my personal politics.

So I came back to my room after spending a good four hours hiding somewhere reading before I came back to my dorm. Empty. He had probably gone out. I was able to work in peace until he came back around ten thirty or so. He came in, and he was followed by his latest female companion. He, out of politeness, introduced me to her. Her name was Jamie, and she was very pretty. I was seized by a sudden urge to yell, "HE JUST WANTS TO FUCK YOU," but I restrained myself. He left quickly, fortunately, and I was able to return to my work.

Sometimes I think that I am the only person to whom sex is not an ultimate goal. I like sex, I like it a lot, but I am not out to find it. To quote Aldous Huxley, "An intellectual is someone who has discovered something more interesting than sex." I tend to agree. But then again, maybe I'm a prude.