A vox in the henhouse

There is a curious murmuring, in among the vox populi, that the youth and, indeed, entire younger generation of today's society is all too interested in 'matters of the flesh'. This is, in fact, a fallacy and ,moreover, a heresy; It is the lack of acceptance, inherent in today's society, of the discussion and exploration of the entire sexual gamut of experience, that so stunts the sexual and emotional vernacular of the very generations they deplore.

There have been ages of 'free love' and great periods of exploration in the arena of sexual encounters. What is lacking, on the other hand, is a free,open and non-judgmental public forum (by which I do not mean to refer to the internet's definition of 'forum', but more to indicate the origins of that word which are that a public forum being a gathering or meeting of minds), wherein people can discuss and learn from the sexual experience of others.

This rather lengthy prologue leads me on to the true crime of this stray social patriarchal figure, ever looking over your shoulder, the 'vox in the henhouse' as it were. The true crime being the thousands of bastard children left in it's wake. I speak not of the literal bastard children left behind in this onslaught of naivety, but of the morons who are so idiotic when around their peers, especially those to whom they are sexually attracted. These poor souls have no hope of developing as sexual beings as they are unable to communicate with others about anything sexual, and as such are less likely to learn.

I have to admit I begin to lose my own, invariably important, point, and so will close with a thought:

'They have said that knowledge is power; and from that grown wealthy. For they knew that is it not knowledge that grants power, but the distance that knowledge has traveled. As they shared the power of knowledge, through the hearts and tongues of man, so to did their power over man's mind grow. So it came to be that, to lessens mankind's resolve, all that was needed was restrict that bounty of knowledge which one was free, turning it from a harvest to a ration. The cruel trick lay in convincing man that it be his choice.'

Hmm, very strange yet again. Well enjoy the wine that has, this eve, been squeezed from my mind grapes.

Yours,
The Inert Nomad