I am sure that got your attention.
So, I was at my local gas station and was chatting with the owner, when he received this amazingly designed package of what appeared to be related to tigers. Knowing me, I was thinking it had something to do with the circus. Bouncy balls? Tiger dioramas? Miniature tigers? No.
I asked, “Ooooh, I like the box; what is it?”
“Male enhancement pills.”
“Oh. For you?”
I don’t think I have seen that many shades of red, but there it was. He showed me the wall display of ridiculous male potions. Obviously, I never sought these things out. Funky condoms, enhancement herbs, and G-rated male focused sex toys lined the back counter where no one necessarily would see.
I would love to just sit down and interview a person who relies on gas station sexuality. Wouldn’t you?
How does this relate to my life? Try being single in your mid-40s and wondering why most men rely pretty heavily on porn to get by. There is a lot of lonely people in the world. Sex is the albatross between relative relating. Emotional boundaries get blurred.
It’s interesting that many men probably worry that their performance and physique is lacking in the same way that most women do, but there is a solution for them: objectification of women. No one tells you that you are a little pudgy from the screen. No one tells you that you aren’t as hard as you used to be, or that the object of your desire is illegal/immoral/the thing of fantasy.
It’s not the porn; it is the fantasy.
I read once that your fantasies define your reality. What you think carries across the interactions with everyone.
Not one period in time has been devoid of sexual idealization. I get that. Desire is something we all have. But, what happens when we get really honest with ourselves? Are we spending our lives “enhancing” what never will be changed in ourselves or others?
Can we be okay with the limp life? The less that firm persona?
I sure hope so.
Who has time to seek out the dark shelf above the 24-hour lottery counter?