This post is going to bring the spam-machine flinging
This may just be the most awkward church sermon I would ever have the displeasure of having to hear. He’s pacing in front of a bed, and uses the word “sexperiment”? Isn’t this the type of thing we successfully cordioned off to the 1970s? Then again, the economic woes throw us right back into the 1970s, so everything old is new again. Ugh. Have the children been sequestered away, at least? Was there fore-warning for the congregants to stay away? Or is this a stunt they have come to expect, and thus it’s all sorted itself out already?
I overheard details of a stranger’s sex life the other day, a girl talking with a boy (I guess the “trusted friend” type, and you can take that however far you want) about relationships. I will refrain from using names here, the great thing being I don’t know any names here. The girl had a serious relationship, and thought there was an understanding that this was not necessarily monogamous. So she did some guy on the side, and when she told her boyfriend about it, and asked “okay”, there was friction between the two. And this is a lingering curfufel. Now, of course, what was interesting was her explanation of the difference between the two acts of sex. The non-serious mate was “so much fun”, with a lot of tango-ing, a lot of charging from every which direction. The serious relationship was dull as Hell, with a (imagine a tedium here) “Bang. Bang. Bang.” And “Oh, just stop it already!” But it is great to have him around.
Hearing further, I figured out what the real situation here was. The awesome sex took place in a laundry room. Of course the other sex was boring by comparison. If she really wants to charge that part of the relationship up, she needs to start doing it with him in the Laundry Room — a room of real erotic possibilities. That’s where all great sex takes place, I hear. I almost wanted to interject this point into her discussion of her sex life problems, but that was unwise — I was having a difficult enough problem pretending that I wasn’t hearing them (and by them I mean her).
I wonder, though, if there’s a healthy number of porn films which take place in a Laundry Room — if it’s a profitable sub-genre? I don’t think so. I haven’t seen too many girly poses done atop a washing machine — dryer set.
Come to think of it, that pastor (I see that Dan Savage discusses that matter here) should bring a washing machine and dryer, instead of cavorting on a bed, to the front of his church congregation to drive home that point.