My girlfriend is reading Henry Miller, we’re applying for food stamps and I’m having nightmares about children having died in my house.
I spent the last weekend partying in Al Capone’s old hideout. And woke up to find myself waiting in line at Social Security.
It was a typical week for me as a new 30-year old. What colored it most was love, with its varying shades of formality, intoxication and obsession.
Which brings me to sex, the elephant in the bed. I write and talk about it a lot, and so does everyone else, but how has the larger discourse changed? Good question.
And so, inexplicably I discovered Obit, and this irresistable first sentence from a fascinating essay about sex, language and politics:
“With the possible exception of heroin, or some comparably brain-melting opiate, unprotected sex is the single greatest pleasure human beings are capable of experiencing.”
And there begins a challenging and interesting take on the cultural discussion of sex and drugs.
It’s encouraging for me that people can still write about these eternal, over-hyped standbys with originality and cunning. Obit, as well, seems like a site I shall be pouring over with increasingly more zest.
