Sex Obsessed Culture

“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom”

Ashley Madison knows it best: Life is short. Have an affair.

We want pleasure, and we want it the way we want it, at the time we want it, with whom we want it. " Meet bored men & lonely housewives " When boredom permeates the household, there is no way on earth that we will welcome it with open arms. Quite to the contrary, we’ll find anything we can to avoid feeling the nothingness of nothing. It isn’t only that our minds need to be stimulated at all times. Our reward center of the brain too. After all, what would life be like without some all too pleasurable dopamine rushes?

We’re obsessed with pleasure, in all of its forms. And our quest to get more of it is a never ending one. Sex is one of these means to get our all-too-needed hit of brain rush. Oh, and an orgasm or two, while at it. We’re so hooked on the S that we even at times mistaken it for love. We even go so far as to seek it from people we don’t even have an emotional connection with. In a culture where porn is held as the standard and mechanical sex is the norm, making love has lost its meaning.

We’re only in it for our own pleasure. It’s not with sex per se that we are obsessed with – but with the thrill that comes from self-satisfaction. We use sex to feel, or perhaps to numb. To inflate our false sense of self-worth, or perhaps to boost our planet size ego. We don’t fuck solely to preserve our species – we fuck to preserve our own little selfish satisfaction.

Society seduces us with the promise of pleasure at every turn. Whether it’s through sex, food, booze, materials, money, the-list-goes-on- all the fleeting temptations around us scream our names. And it only takes a nanosecond of lack of self-will to fall in the trap of meaningless desires.