Sex, Love and Cake

One night stand. They seem like three very ugly words. It's kind of like the complete opposite of "I love you". It lasts for one night, you'll hopefully never see each other again, and you couldn't give a shit if they were run over a bus the next day. I mean, you got your rocks off, and that's all that matters, right?

I'm not going to tell you that one night stands are wrong, or pretend I'm morally superior. Neither of those statements are true. One night stands are fun, they make great anecdotes to tell your friends and even if they're crap in bed, you were probably so drunk at the time that you can't remember anyway. As far as I'm concerned there's only one problem with one night stands...

They only last for one night.

Sounds like stating the obvious, right? I know, I know... Sometimes you just want have a no strings attached fuck without someone whining about 'feelings'. But then isn't it such a waste? You carefully (or drunkenly) selected someone from the room to share yourself with, and then they walk out of your life just as easily as they came in. The least they could do is give you a repeat performance, preferably when you're both a little more sober.

The worst kind of one night stands are the ones where you seem to be getting on really, really well with the person, and then... Then nothing? If there was a chance that you could say something more to each other than "Oh yeah... That's the shit... I really like that... Give it to me", then maybe it's worth at least a drink to investigate those interesting conversations you had inbetween the post coital cigarettes.

What it cracks down to is, believe it or not, everyone still has a very fixed view of relationships. The purpose of this blog is not to say "One Night Stands are bad", but more "One Night Stands are a necessary evil that shouldn't exist". All too easily people think that if you have sex more than once that at some point during the night, some 'feelings' are going to creep in through the window and attack. Then, before you know it, it's that rocky road to marriage, mortgage, 2.4 children, the dog called "Fifi".

People should have more sex with each other. Sex can exist without love. Friendships can exist without love. I think relationships are a little more than having sex with a friend, but the crazy thing is a lot of people think that's the only thing there is to relationships. Suddenly those words "I would like to see you again" somehow sound like "commitmentcommitmentcommitmentcommitment". When you think about it, our sexual liberation has failed us. We have now created two extremes where you can have just sex, or you can have love.

Sure, you may tell me that you can have a fuck buddy, but tell me this; how many times has it happened to you where casual sex has turned into something more for one partner, and then the arrangement collapses within days? It's that old fashioned, "after repeated instances of intercourse we're somehow closer" point of view. Sex and love are so conjoined, but so totally opposite and they don't have to be. They can be seperate entities.

Sex is a bit like cake; you can always have a piece when you fancy it. You'll try a lot of cake, and you'll always have your favourite, like chocolate cake that tastes so good, but was ultimately bad for you. And you'll always have that horrible Jamaican ginger cake from time to time that you only bought because it was on sale and then regretted it when you had it with your cup of tea in the morning. But then there's madeira... You don't mind it, it's inoffensive and it satisfies your craving. No-one has strong feelings for madeira but you always want it from time to time. Ideally, you'd like to keep the madeira in the cupboard and have it when there's no chocolate cake around...

But where sex differs, you should be able to have your cake and eat it. If there were so many rules to eating cake, would you buy it anymore? And if you knew you could only try each cake once, would you not want to savour it for a bit longer?

Basically, why is something that appears to be so simple is actually totally complex, with lots of rules, regulations, how to fuck, how not to fuck, how not to get fucked around by someone, how it fucks you up and you end up completely fucked off with it all. I'll tell you one thing; it was clever of God to pin the survival of the species on it.

So next time you have a bit of madeira, remember that you might want to keep it on the shelf, and perhaps you'll take a bit more time with it instead of greedily scoffing it in one bite.