| The Ferrett ( @ 2003-01-09 10:19:00 |
| Current mood: | energetic |
| Current music: | Buffy, Season 3, Here At Last! |
| Entry tags: | sex |
Why The Fuck-Average Should Be Higher
"This is bothering you, isn't it?" Gini asked.
The final results were in - and I was way above average. I've slept with roughly sixty-five people, and possibly as high as seventy-five; the national average is six.
I tried to check this by an informal poll - but most of my friends hovered around the "average" mark, with my women friends coming in a little higher and the men a little under. It turns out that this poll is probably right.
That depresses me.
(Though the statistician in me notes with amusement that Sheldon and I drag my local average up forty-two points; without either of us, the average falls to a simple five.)
But many people have asked me the question: Why does it matter?
The reason is simple - I want to believe that everyone is having as much fun as I am.
You see, in my mind, everyone's a little smarter, everyone's a little sexier, everyone's a little kinder. I truly believe in people, and I want them all to accomplish their full potential - to truly squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of their life. And these statistics are a pretty good indication that most people aren't.
But hey!, you say. Sex isn't pure enjoyment. And not everyone wants it.
This is true. There are some people who just don't give a crap about fucking. They get married, they have children, they go on with their lives... But in the end, sex will always be a distant second to a movie. And these people keep their lack of urges in secret; it's not acceptable to not be driven to the lash by your hormones. You're supposed to want to fuck - anything different and there's something wrong with you.
So they stay quiet during the sex talks and stay low, flying under the radar. And God bless them. I wish them well.
But still, I know the flip side; I've spoken with too many married men who shake their heads whenever I recount my past exploits and say, sadly, "Man, I never had that kind of life." These are men who played it safe, married early, never experimented for fear of rejection or societal pressure or whatever, and they live their lives with a sad pall of regret.
That's sad. I want everyone in the world to go out and get everything they need. Don't settle! Go for the gusto! Live your life with no regrets and fuck until you're sick of it!
I spoke with a friend of mine who makes $120,000 a year as a doctor. We took almost precisely different paths in our lives - when I was offered a $65,000 a year job as a SQL programmer, which would put me on an accelerated career path, I rejected it. Instead, I went to Alaska to marry a woman I was wildly in love with. He took the job.
Me? I quit my job in Alaska, earning even less money to be a freelance writer. He stayed at his job, which he hates, in order to be financially stable. And when we chat, he always looks at me fondly, knowing that he could have the kind of life that I do - free, crazy, fulfilled.
I never look twice at his life, except maybe around bill time.
I say... Never be satisfied.
I've lived my life to the fullest. Sure, I've had downs, and been suicidal - but I've been up more than down, and I have very few regrets about my sex life. Matter of fact, I have practically no regrets. I know sex isn't everything... But there are very few people who say, "Hey, I wish I'd had less sex."
I've been to orgies, I've picked up chicks, I've had threesomes and kissed a guy. I've tried the safe drugs, followed my heart where it took me, been to the depths and the heights of society; I've seen attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion, watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate, bled my life onto paper....
And gotten lucky. Very lucky. I'm happy to be where I am.
The sex partner survey is a signal that maybe all of you aren't following your hearts. Please. If you love me, then follow your dreams - even if your own heart isn't enough. Go where you need to be, not where you should.
Because when you die, you should be wreathed in something better than a halo of regrets.
Love,
The Ferrett
P.S. - As a final amusement, I leave you with this quote:
"Not only should this article never have been printed, but the fact that [The Ferrett] still holds his job as editor of his website still baffles me." - Shawn Jackson
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