Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Hey, let me walk you out...

They call it the walk of shame, at least the Americans do. The morning after, when it's all done and dusted, the pipes have been cleaned out, the cobwebs removed and the sea is back to normal after the great parting. The glow is gone, it is post coital bliss no more but the harsh reality of a cold morning and the whole world (ok, not the whole world, just your neighbours) looking down upon you knowingly. Indeed they do know. They know indeed.

Ah, the walk of shame, but why should you be ashamed? You have just engaged in the most natural act you could ever engage in. The scientists say that the only reason you don't wantonly evacuate your bowel is that over time you have learnt to control what is essentially a reflex action. Is sex a reflex action? Yes, I say. You may wonder why I mention sex and taking a damp in the same vain. They are both done behind closed doors. There is a certain level of shame associated with both activities and they are both dirty. Yes, good sex is dirty.

Why have we let stigma be attached to the good name of sex? If it weren't for it, you wouldn't be mulling over these words. It is because of sex that we are who we are, we are all the happier for it, we launch out everyday looking to conquer the world with the impetus of a demi god because of the great shag we had the previous night! We erect (sic) monuments all in the name of sex. Oh yes we do, there are numerous phallic symbols staring at you in the face.

So to all you red blooded, testosterone driven hombres out there, hold your head up high as you walk her out and down the road as we give it up for a very happy man walking.

2 comments:

  1. I finally caught you with a grammatical/spelling error! It's "taking a dump" not "taking a damp" Wohoo!

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  2. @Newton... Potato/Potatoe
    It is a colloquialism, it doesn't really matter.

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