hiddenmuse | Jan. 30th, 2003

It's probably official. I am fucking uptight.

Sure, I can write stories involving some pretty wild sex scenarios. But to be honest, I'm just exorcising my fears with some of those stories. Talking about what really bothers me.

Thinking that I'm making strides, becoming more progressive in my thinking, becoming more comfortable in my skin, whatever ... I end up getting smacked in the head with a virtual 2x4.

In a forum completely independent of live journal, I'd read a discussion about casual sex in the 21st century. Someone in the discussion posted an article about teens and casual sex to illustrate the point behind the discussion. Huge mistake.

I ended up speaking my mind (that in itself is saying a lot), saying that I'm not comfortable with the idea that teens are engaging in that sort of behavior, being so blasé about sex. I did admit that I was speaking from experience and my upbringing.

Subsequent posts seem to have people going on about how they think it's great that these kids have that sort of attitude. (Unless I was totally misconstruing what was being said...) I don't know. I think I almost feel hypocritical for having that opinion. Even though I know that I'm entitled to my opinion ... no matter what it may be.

Fuck if I know. Right now, I'm dealing with that usual deluge of hormones and lack of sleep - so I'm moodier than usual. Maybe I should just crawl back to my cave and sleep for a month.