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Sex: the symphony of friction

"When you think about it, sex is really nothing. It's the greatest nothing of our time"

-- Andy Warhol

Josh w/Emily

That's me and Frank's ex, Emily. Somehow I always end up taking porno pictures with them, whoever they are. Life is strange.

Booty

I think that people's/society's hangups about sex do a lot of unnecessary damage and cause a lot of wasted energy (entropy) in the world. We should all move on a bit and be ok with loving our bodies and loving what they can do for us and eachother. Sex is a big cause of wasted energy for a lot of people, but it's also a big source of energy and love for those in the know.

Still, sometimes I feel self-repressed. I worry a little about what happens when I cut loose. There have been times in my life when I've feelt like a definite man-slut; I try not to judge, but I don't like things that feel cheap or only half-true.

I'll never forget what my mother told me. "Son," she said, "there are two things you should never worry about in life: sex and money. Because you can always make money, and if you've got money you can get sex." This was after I'd been through a year of college and I had split from my first real girlfriend and had yet to reconnect to womanhood in any way shape or form, so I was hurting for the good word. Man, you gotta love mom.

I'm serious. It's genius advice. So often we sweat and fret about things like dough and booty, when really it's something else that's got us down. Usually I think it's because we're not getting enough love, or we don't have enough outlets for our chi. That's me. But whatever it is, worries about making cash and getting laid are almost always just coverups for more substantive issues.

That aside, I love sex. I love just about everything about it. I love the power games. I love the way you can communicate things. I love the way you can get close to people. I love the pure thrill of kissing someone new for the first time, the first time you see a woman undress, the first time you look at eachother and stop trying to control the crazy animal monkey parts of your personalities and bodies.

When I was but a wild and voracious teen, I turned to the net to learn what "our bodies our selves" couldn't teach me. I found an early text-only online sex-guide by some Canadians. Now it's carnal.net. They still have some of the best practical advice I've ever seen though, a pity they had to turn commercial. Kind of ruins the vibe.

One day I found website of people who are against having sex. Fascinating stuff. Russian.

Humans will do some crazy things for sex. It's an animal thing. Birds sing songs and puff up their chests. Wolves howl. We do even stranger things. Partially because I'd been told it would be "hot" and because I needed a kick in the senses, I had my nipples pierced in the summer of 2000.

My roomates and friends like to make fun of me for my sex life. For some reason, my escapades are always the ones that get blown out of proportion and brought up in public. I'm a little embarassed, but secretly proud. Read some funny outlandish josh booty fables.

I wrote a pretty sucessful theater piece about me and sex. It explains where I'm at more or less. What can I say? I'm a pleaser.

If you're looking for something a little more nasty, try www.jewishcheerleaders.com. It's a really deep and well done porn-related blog-type site. Real honest meditation on the kinky shit that makes you do your thing.

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Trips

Trips in Space and Time 8/02/03

Big Wheels in Berkeley
I scored a set of west-coast wheels today at the Ashby BART station flea market. It's a very tall schwinn road bike, black, deceptively heavy but smooth-riding. Thirty-five dollars to boot. I oiled and cleaned the works, dialed in the bakes and took it out for a shake-down cruise immediately. Nice riding on a beautiful saturday, realizing how out of shape I am as I wheezed my way though the hilly area behind the Berkeley campus.

After about an hour I started to get the swing of it. Made some minor mechanical adjustments (including a free wheel truing at the bike collective on Shattuck), drank a few liters of water and started finding my groove, cruising up and around and ending up with a beautiful view of the whole bay. The roads here are not kind to the speed inclined -- too many stop signs and crosswalks and lights -- but it was good to get out and proj for a while. This changes my summer dramatically.

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