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Stop Lyin' To Yourself About: Sex

Stop Lyin' To Yourself About: Sex

Summer in NYC approaches and it's time for all of us to stop lying to ourselves. This isn't one of those body shaming, your winter workout, didn't work out exposé. This is a deep look into the mirror of your sexual savagery that you pretended to hide all winter long.

Fact - Human beings are self-serving, self-loathing, cynical, narcissistic assholes, %95 of their lives. Even charity comes across as personal therapy for the amount of times we've passed the homeless man on the train just asking for the few pennies we have in our pockets. So why do we treat how we relate to each other towards sex and sexual conquests any different?

Someone, somewhere, won't be able to read this until after they're finished fucking. Some of you will read this and think about the piece of tail you just finished getting. Others are reading this on their way to getting laid. A small percentage of people will roll their eyes as if none of this is possible.

Women love and desire sex just as much as men, possibly even more. They hide it behind good intentions and courtship. Men don't necessarily hate courtship, we just feel the need to wine and dine every Jane and Jill is futile. The ultimate equalizer for both parties is the summer. Ah, summertime, less clothing and more alcohol equal fewer inhibitions. Free events, open bars, rooftop parties and of course barbeque. The ultimate stunt season if you ask me because all winter people were creating vision boards on how they would "kill it" this summer. Yet when it's cold outside everyone pretends that love and commitment is what he or she truly desires, especially during the holidays. In fact, most break ups happen during the holiday season than any other time of the year (no seriously look it up).

New Years starts the "new year, new me" mantra that a lot of us lie our way through. Gym memberships and break ups skyrocket because a lot of disingenuous people can't wait for the summer smut fest.

Valentine's Day is like NFL cut season, a lot of people start shaping their roster for Memorial Day flings.

Once the temperature hits a smidgen above 80 every one is half naked and either still out of shape or fresh from their DR visit.

Yet time and time again we see people constantly lie about their sexual urges. We all want to get laid on someone's beach or at someone else's barbeque. As much as we love the idea of commitment, the first sign of weakness comes in the form of flesh. And no season is more fleshy than the summer.

Wife beaters, sundresses, short shorts, coconut oil and bad decisions. We spend most of the time lying about how love is important whilst plotting on each other’s genitalia. All because we refuse to be the genuine article. Even those who are more open with their sexuality feint sincere, genuine interactions. How many of us have "lost" someone's number due to a bad romp in the sack? How many of us put love number one on our list of life's priorities, but as soon as the sex isn't cripplingly satisfying it drops a few tiers? I just want everyone to stop lying to him or herself this year. Be the nasty mofo you truly want to be, get tested regularly, and wrap it up.

Next week. Let's discuss equality.

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