Sex & Psychology

The only part of the human body that has no blood supply is the cornea in the eye. It takes in oxygen directly from the air.

Ok, maybe I haven't blogged as much as I thought I would today, perhaps tomorrow I will. Instead I wanted to catch up on more of How I Met Your Mother. Then I felt like watching sitcoms on Netflix. I ended up and still am watching the first season of the BBC series Coupling. I haven't watched that show in over two years. I have good memories watching it with my friends whenever I would spend the weekend at their house. The show is ridiculous and just mostly sexual...so I love it. I love the way it plays on all the character's insecurities and weaknesses when it comes to sex and interaction with others. Although it's comedic, it has some realism that we all face in one way or another. The dynamics between people are so entertaining yet fascinating.

There are at least 15,000 nerve endings in your pelvic or inguinal cavity. Thus, spanking fires off major reactions for every individual. It is true there is scientific explanation to why spanking can lead to increased sexual arousal. Nice.

A wonderment occurred to me today. I wonder if psychologists get so frustrated with some of their clients. In the way that any person would with a particular person. An episode of Coupling made me think about this. There's always at least one person in your group or of the people you interact with on some sort of regular basis that is just plain idiotic or doesn't take anyone's advice no matter how obvious and necessary it is. For instance, if I were a psychologist and I dealt with at least one person who would never grow from our sessions. A person that would complain and talk of the same things. A person that, if I were allowed as a psychologist to give constructive advice, would never inject it into their lives despite how much they agreed with me. A person that never changed. A person so stupid and narrow minded. A person that didn't see the things they talked about from an outside perspective. I would want to slap this person silly. But then again, it all comes down to the fact that I don't like people like this anyways. I'm just curious, in the professional world of psychology if this happens, and how prevalent it is. And how the does hell the psychologist feel?! I'm immensely curious about the thought processes and personal and emotional responses and even long term effects from their patients that they have to keep to themselves. There a some examples in film where the psychologists are usually the ones that end up going crazy because of their job. I don't doubt some level of this, but I'm curious of the effects of this work on each individual psychologist.

Erotophobia is a form of a sexual phobia, the fear of any object, person, or act that could be related to sex. The quite opposite of this is erotophilia, based on personality, someone who have less guilt about sex, sees it more positively, and are more open talking about it.

I finally watched The Virgin Suicides recently. I did have high expectations for this film so my likeness for it is a bit biased. However, there is an aspect of it I'm most interested in talking about. It reminded me of old school so-called romances. Grade school days. When you never really knew the person you liked all that well, but you liked them for whatever shallow reason. Eventually you would be "dating" and really all that dating involved what the excitement of physical interaction with someone of the opposite [or same] sex. It was all the hype for sitting really close to one another, for holding hands, for hugging, for the pecks on the cheeks and later the lips. Eventually tongues will make an appearance. It was all so electric, frightening, and damned exciting. But it was never more than that. Back in those days, I never really had a good reason to why I liked whoever I liked. They're cute, they're popular, they're shy, they're dorky, they're smart, they're new, whatever. All those boys I kissed, and for what? If we liked someone, something had to be done. It was a series of actions, and we never really questioned them or thought what would be best for us. We never knew how much this concept of liking one another was so shallow. We never had the slightest idea of actually looking for qualities in a mate, qualities to make a relationship work, to last. I feel like I'm reliving some lyrics from "The Freshmen." It was all so different then....I'm not saying this as a means that I miss it, but merely pointing out the astonishing fact of how much things change and how much we don't know and have to learn as we get older. They don't ever teach you any of that either.

Apparently the best day of the year to score with a cougar is the day after Mother's Day. Yes, a cougar, the older female who likes the cubs.

Now that I've pointed out the major difference between the concept of liking and being physical with someone in elementary days versus adult life, I will say what I miss. I have very briefly but poetically described it before. I'll admit it, I like things to be drawn out. I enjoy the simple pleasures of touching someone, completely nonsexually, for an extended amount time. This is true whether it be friends or lovers. There's something there that I feel so strongly about when it comes to touching people. I really don't know how many times I could write about this...endlessly. I'll try to redirect it to the main thing I had in mind. The rush, the hurry that people have to get sexually intimate with another. Granted, I love sex and all of that, of course I do! But getting there so fast isn't really fun at all. Not to me. You miss out on so many other aspects of getting to know someone, or specifically, getting to feel someone. That's really all I feel like saying on that for now.

A friend informed me that there is varying levels of radiation in certain things around us. We get an extra amount of radiation from sleeping in bed with another person.

Here is a cool article on skin being the biggest sex organ of the body.

For convenience, I will attempt to list as many posts as I can, in no particular order, of which involve touching and affection and/or a little about sex:
The Option to Choose
1000th Post!!!!!!!
Black Light District
Insomnious Thoughts
Temptress
Culture Dish
Already Gone
Crave
There's No Love in Fear
Altered States
Catharsis
Emotion
Sex. Sex. Sex.
Loco
Seasons Greetings
Nude
Aromatherapy
Feel Me
Scorpio & Love


Don't let the titles of these posts mislead you. Some boring sounding titles may have more confessional material than expected and even vice versa.