Whether we are implicit or explicit about it, sex permeates our
behaviour and opinions. There is, of course, sexual activity
that leads to progeny, wanted or not. But in any case, if we think
for a moment we realize to what extent
sexual behaviour is actually herd behaviour.
The consequences of this may lead us to wring our hands in despair,
become cynical, or simply reserve judgment.
The expressions of our sexual drives, and reactions to them,
are certainly diverse. We have pornography, laws, surgical procedures,
even discussions about how many sexes to recognize. Sex, it seems,
is inextricably linked to love, but love is an infinitely malleable
word -- we have love of country, love of good food, even love of
wordplay (mea culpa). Yet however we try to identify love, gender
creeps in and dominates.
To get back to sex, not really having left it, we have difficulties,
for example, in drawing lines between what is art, what is pornography,
and what is simply historical or cultural description.
To some, sex is primarily a sport, with its wins, losses, and
downright fun. Clearly some of this fun is sin, especially when it
involves relationships too close to yourself, like mother,
brother, and so on.
Of course, a lot of sin produces fine children, by whatever
standard we judge them. At times this is due to the joining of recessive
genes, which can produce results ranging from very bad to exceptional.
A number of the great musicians were the offspring of what we would call
repeated incest, letting recessive genes do their magnificent best.
Enough of this. Now try not to think about sex for the next ten minutes.
