I can tell you that at the moment I am writing this, I am an emotional, sappy, lovey-dovey mess. This is due to several reasons, first, is that I'm days away from the dreadful opening of the nether-region flood gates. Second, I've been watching Coming Home on Lifetime for the past 35 minutes, and lastly, because I just finished reading an article on how the Boomer generation, or for most people my age, our grandparents, were the last to embrace romanticism.
The article continues to say that the generation of kids to follow, were the 60's and 70's sexual revolution kids, where exploration and freedom of expression of love was allowed, celebrated, and widely accepted. Contraception was encouraged and mass-produced to allow sexual relationships with minimal consequence.
What's worse, is what we are like today. We've all read articles and blogs about how our generation has slipped into a whirlwind of sexual activity, sipping the juices of temptation and tasting the sweet bitterness of raw human passion. Yet, we don't seem to appreciate what's in front of us. Sex is no longer an empowering moment in the relationship in which two people discover every curve, every scar, every beauty mark on the bodies of their partner. In fact we rely so much on videos to guide us in our sexual endeavors, we lose sight on the fact that every scar tells a story, and it's in the moments of cuddling after where these stories can be revealed, making not only the moment of passion amazing, but making the moments after just as memorable.
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