Sex Afield

I started this file today, extending my vacation from real writing for another few hours, expecting to tell the above and then get straight to the commentary I started hinting at yesterday in the above file. But now I realize that I have to tell at least one more sexual humiliation first. I briefly review themes that should now be in inventory and then I'll be ready.

Girls were everywhere around me. Exposed pussies weren't hard to come by. But I didn't really know the snatch: hadn't ventured far. The youthful sex was all-parts curiosity; no-parts lust. The awakening of lust confused things terribly. So did my overhearing my mother tell my sister to save herself for marriage. I wasn't a kid to let advice that associated itself with my Christianity go in one ear and out the other. I added no grains of salt to such advice. I wasn't one to stand still for three seconds of the Commandments and then go commit another genocide. If my dick bothered me, it was me it was going to bother, not an innocent girl.

You see all the girls mentioned above were innocent. We weren't doing anything wrong. We weren't spoiling our marriages. At least I didn't see that we were. But once those urges came, once I discovered how the dick could spit ... uh oh: we're in a new world. So: I saw pussy galore when it meant little. I shunned it when it meant much. But shunning never works: not without also failing to work.

The Eskimo use teams of husky dogs. Everyone knows that. When the Eskimo want to strengthen their dogs genetically, they take a bitch in heat and stake her out in the wilderness. The wolves are monogamous. The wolves out in the wilderness practice family planning in a variety of ways. The wolves portion the territory among themselves, then limit their numbers rather than fight for dwindling resources. They do it by having only one breeding pair for each good territory. Farley Mowat talks about this. He shares with his readers a family of wolves with an extra, unwed, adult male: Uncle Albert, Farley calls him. So the Eskimo stake out their ovulating bitch. An "Uncle Albert" smells her. Uncle Albert would never dream of tupping his sister-in-law: Uncle Albert runs straight for the alien of the similar species though. Good. The Eskimos get wolf mixed into their sled dogs.

As a child I lived frequently naked with the majority of my female neighbors. As a semen-leaking teen, my pants stayed on: at and around home. After seeing Dorla's terry-snugged snatch, I dated no South Side girls. Did I think it through that way at the time? Certainly not: it's how I see it now, how I explain myself to myself, with you welcome to overhear.

Explanation: experience mapped onto a tautology
Bateson

The school was forever organizing us into dances and so forth. The church was forever sending us off to camp, to meet other "Christians" in a natural, woodsy setting, a cross of birch at the side of a mountain lake ... The kids were from the Metropolitan Area but not from Rockville Centre. As to the girls, I felt like they were huskies and I was Uncle Albert. But still I was me: I waited for them to make the first move. That often-enough happened readily-enough to make it unnecessary to rethink my strategy. Besides, it's the one that came naturally.