*rubs eyes, shakes head* What year is this? It's 2012? Really. I never would have known, had I gone by the biggest issue of the day: contraception.
It's bad enough that we still have pedophiles, god-botherers and war-mongers beating the "pro-life" drums; it appears these disingenuous fucks will never let the issue of abortion go...not when there are so many sluts to shame. But now birth control is up for debate? Good gosh. And it's bad enough that we have to discuss it at all...but if we must, I insist that the discussion be held amongst adults. I will begin.
Here's the thing--I'm talking to you, pedophile priests, rape apologists, fundie Christians, and misogynists (in other words, all the grown children of the world): People, being sexual beings, have sex. Half the people on the face of the earth are women. Yes, women have sex, too. Some people find sex pleasurable, and would like to have sex without the fear of getting pregnant. If you find this offensive, I suggest you do not have sex for any reason other than procreative ones. What I don't suggest you do is tell me how and when to have sex. See, when you do that, you are not exercising your religious liberty, you are trying to exercise control over my life. This just will not do, and I won't stand for it.
Awhile back, I decided that when it comes to matters of sex and sexuality, the best, most moral choice I could make was to not worry about what other people did in the bedroom. This has a couple of advantages. The great thing about not giving a shit about anybody else's sex life is that you don't have to give a shit about anybody else's sex life. Plus, I don't have to expend energy being an assholish moral scold. Whew. It's so freeing. Y'all should try it sometime.
Sexual activity exists on a spectrum. Let's say, for argument's sake, that at one end of the spectrum is lights-out missionary position sex and at the other end is tonguing a hairy asshole while having a dominatrix stomp on your balls and having midget take a dump on your chest. You may find that latter scenario distasteful. And even though I had Fetus-O's for breakfast this morning, I do too. But the great thing about that scenario is that no one is making me partake of it.
I have a fundamental disagreement with those who frame sex as not only a moral issue, but THE moral issue. In a world filled with misogyny, racism, genocide, starvation, and a thousand other things that genuinely make life miserable for much of the earth's population, this just makes no sense to me. Sex is not a moral issue. Unless it relates to those who cannot or do not consent. Rape is amazingly awful, obviously.
I've digressed a bit. The point is that sexuality is part of the human experience. You can dislike this, but what you can't do is change it or pretend it's not so. If you find this vexing, I suggest you point your accusing fingers at your Gawd, who--after all--gave us all our naughty, bulbous, tingly bits, according to you. And while you're pointing your fingers, making all men into neanderthal rape-machines and women into whores and Madonnas, the rest of us will be having emotionally-fulfilling, joyful, healthy, consensual sex. Don't like that? Go fuck yourself and GROW THE FUCK UP. The adults are talking now.