Sex! Sex! Sex!

It's funny--how when I hear the Black Eyed Peas song My Humps all I can think is "criminey! if there was *ever* a song tailor made for strip clubs, that's it!"

Am I too old?? Not really...heck, 70's disco hit More, More, More was the main theme song of a porno film--sung by porn actress Andrea True...



It's just that these days I'm beginning to feel more and more like I've seen it all, and done it all, and aren't all these sorts of displays, well, kind of adolescent???

Oh, that's right...they're really not meant for my age demographic anyway. And, quite honestly, they're really only reflecting the same sort of zeitgeist as More, More, More. Nowadays there's definitley more, more, more of that zeitgeist in our faces daily than back those quaint days when porn movies were confined to tawdry theaters in white-flight-blighted cities.

It's more in our faces because there's more media at our fingertips than there was back in the Days of Radio and 13 Channels....so, back then we might have been hard pressed to hear a teenager sing More, More, More--not the way we might hear a teenager singing My Humps nowdays.

And when I looked at the Black Eyed Peas Official Website I find there's actually a "community."

Well, there were *always* communities around bands--even around pornstars. I don't think too many other than myself and a few other BoomerBloggers who were based out of NYC would remember the Pink Pussycat Theater, which played host to many a porn production premiere back in the '70's, before the VCR. (even though I was way too young to go, I knew about the place--long tawdry story, don't ask.)

The thing that is maybe very shocking to some people, though, is, once again, the age demographic of those participating in communities and listening to stuff like My Humps (although, I will admit, it's kinda funny.) And, being one of those kids who was way too much into porn at an inappropriate age, I actually kind of think that there's way more young people nowadays into stuff that skirts the edges of adult entertainment than there was back when I was a kid.

I was always the Exception back then--the kid the guidance counsellors worried about. Now, I'd probably be the Rule--just one of the bunch.

What used to be so much the province of adults--because if you wanted it, you had to go to nefarious places to find it--now, oddly, ends up the province of any young person with a computer.

Yet I hesitate to say the "c" word--Censorship. It's not really the answer. Start censoring stuff and people just think you're shocked, not that you're bored and simply want your toys back.

Which, to me, is really the crux of the matter. I'd rather just see more adults claim the world of sexual material--and sexuality--instead of running around acting like a bunch of eunichs. So I can't say I was all that unhappy when I saw this piece in Newsweek on middle age dating and, yes, middle age sex. Apparently, according to the article, there are more of us single middle aged folks these days than ever before:

According to the Census Bureau, 28.6 percent of adults age 45 to 59 were unattached in 2003, compared with only 18.8 percent in 1980. (Of those, 16.6 percent were divorced, 2.9 percent were widowed and 9.1 percent had never been married.)

And, you can bet that they're not *all* sitting at home in their fuzzy slippers waiting for Prince Charming to ring their doorbell while they're watching re-runs of CSI...

I'm certainly not! (well, I do watch re-runs of CSI but that's not the point...)

Yet I wonder if many single middle aged folks, women with their imperfect waistlines and men with their receeding hairlines, can find it within themselves to throw off the mantle of old fogeydom that gets foisted upon them when begin to go for comfort clothing rather than blatant displays of assets, long enough to enjoy sensuality, adulthood, and sex. Perhaps it isn't that young folks are depicted all over the place and appear to be having all the fun when it's that so many over 45s just flat out gave up when they stopped looking 25.

If I was thinner, sure, I'd dress like Fergie. But I'm sure they don't make those satin pants in a size 12, and those cutel little halter tops won't cover a 38DD chest. And do I care? Me? nope, not really. There are ways of looking, and being, sexy at 45. It's definitely more of a challenge then it was when I could sashay into Forever 21 and buy a size 9, but I'm creative.

Can I get men to look? Well, if I'm not in a bar with a bunch of 21 year olds, I'm sure that I can.

Correction.

I know I can. I just keep thinking of the guys at the rib joint who almost got cricks in their necks staring at my boobs, trying to determine if they were real or a boobjob...

Yeah, I can hear some women saying "but they just want to meet you because you have a big chest!" That's true...but sometimes they look up and see that my eyes are green... ;-)

But, seriously....sex is a part of a continuum of our lives. It doesn't stop once we get to a certain age (or have kids, or get divorced, or whatever). And young people are always going to be very in-your-face about it. Maybe moreso nowdays because there's more media that's in-your-face than when we were young. Because so much of it is so easily accessable, it really is up to the parents to keep a watchful eye on what the kids are up to. Yet maybe, just maybe, if more adults--healthy adults not interested in preying on young people--would be just a tad more vocal about sex rather than acting like their parts have dried up and fallen off, we might begin to shift the tide a bit... after all, from what I've heard, nothing turns off young folks more than the thoughts of those old enough to be their mothers and fathers "doing it."

Makes me wonder what the Black Eyed Peas might look like, and act like, at middle age...