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No, gentle readers, this post is not about my sex life (that post would take a minute to write and wouldn't be very interesting). I was idly flipping channels the other night as I was trying to go to sleep and came across an episode of Real Sex on HBO. I had to watch (I dare you to not watch it).
The biggest issue I have with Real Sex is that the title is in NO way misleading. But it kind of is. When I was younger, and my parents paid for the HBO and Showtime, I would catch this and think, "Omg, SEX," only to be disappointed that it was real people having sex. Not the plastic, tanned, waxed, no pubic-hair having porn-stars I wanted to see. No, real people. With flabby bodies, body hair and normal sized boobs that were sometimes a bit saggy (ok, most of the time). So, I have to applaud the show for showing that. But that's why I will almost always flip over to Cinemax and watch the Soft-Core Porn where the men are hot, but completely flaccid. Because really, I don't want to see real people have sex. That's a little too voyeuristic for me. I mean, I'm glad they're so comfortable with their sexuality that they can have sex on camera, but I don't want to see that. I want to see fake people having fake sex...because then it's not really voyeurism. Or something. I never said I was super-smart and could wax philosophical about sex and porn (I prefer waning philosophical).
And an amusing related anecdote. Several years ago, my best gal pal and I were at Starbucks, waiting in line to buy a ridiculously over-priced burned espresso drink to fuel our pretentiousness. Anyway, while waiting we heard a familiar instrumental piece playing on the pa system there. It was super familiar. And then, by some miracle, we both recognized it at the same time and said Out Loud and LOUDLY at that, "Oh, REAL SEX." Which got us quite a few strange looks from the rich white lady who's at like, every Starbucks. You know, the one whose order takes longer to say than it does to make. The one who's always with her poor husband who you know just wants a beer but he's stuck sipping on a soy chai latte with about 30 other customizations. Yeah, her. We were amused by our memory of Real Sex, while she was worried that we would, I don't know, force them into an orgy or something (Which, no. Her husband was cute, but I ain't down with the womens).
