Sex – everywhere with good reason

Sex is hot. And talking, writing, reading and fantasizing about it is damn good fun. As well… Sex is hot. And talking, writing, reading and fantasizing about it is damn good fun. As well as important.

In fact, sex, fantasized or real, is usually the only thing that gets me through the day.

Please, allow me to digress. I’m sitting outside the Cathedral of Learning. My brain is about to explode. I’ve just memorized my 200th Chinese character in the span of five weeks. I’m on the brink of insanity. But wait, ahh … a sexy, petite, well-endowed blonde is coming my way.

I’m reminded of beauty and goodness in the world. I think of sex. I relax.

I’m filled with hope. The future will be better. In bed with this blonde, the future will be great.

The same goes with the sex column. Our country is about to go to war. There’s a mad sniper shooting men, women and children in Maryland. Anthrax is a household word. To quote from the opening song of the sitcom “Family Matters:” “You don’t read any good news on the newspaper page.”

So, why not a brief comment on the technique of oral sex, just for fun. Readers need more heated diversions than Beatle Bailey and crossword puzzles. Something to get the blood pumping. Remind them of the good things in life. People want to hear about sex positions and orgasms. It’s an inspiring and comforting reminder of things to come that evening – hopefully.

Like it or not sex is everywhere – and it should be. Locking it away in some dark, little room is unnatural. And not permitting it in certain college newspapers, such as the one you’re reading, deprives our readership of a forum for a very important, exciting, and at times, difficult subject.

The nationally syndicated radio talk show, “Love Lines,” hosted by Dr. Drew and Adam Corolla, is proof enough of how much the American public desires a forum in which to discuss sexual issues. For years, the show has been providing an invaluable service to the entire country by answering personal questions in an entertaining and informative manner.

But, to be true to my sentiments, it is not the valuable informational aspect of sex columns and talk shows that I enjoy most. Who needs valuable information when you have stories about breasts and whip cream.

I don’t know, maybe I’m immature or perverted, but for me voyeurism never gets old. The thrill of reading about someone else’s sex life or watching a video of 19-year-old naked French girls riding horses never wears off for me. And I’m sure the same goes for most of you, though your pornography preference may differ slightly.

The truth is all but a troubled few people love sex. Which means most people also enjoy reading and talking about it. Even if they pretend not to. To illustrate my point and end this debate once and for all, I shall bring to your attention the work of a brilliant Hungarian publication.

In the fall of 2001, I spent some time in Budapest. Everyday I bought a newspaper. Not to read, I don’t understand Hungarian. I bought it because it is the greatest paper on the planet.

On the top section of the front page are all the horrors of the day. At the time it was photographs of the towers falling and Osama’s big ugly mug. But on the bottom section, as if to say to the reader, “relax, there is still much beauty in the world” was always a large photo of a very sexy, topless male or female model.

You see the Hungarians are true geniuses. They understand that often times the news and life itself are like a big, day old cup of black coffee, and that sex is the microwave, milk, honey and sugar all in one.

So, New York Times, please take some notes from the Hungarian school of journalism. This Sunday I’d like to see Brooke Burke on the front page, naked. And my girlfriend would like to see Lenny Kravitz. Make it happen.

Ben Magid is a columnist for The Pitt News. In his spare time he enjoys reading, sex, eating, sex, sleeping, bike riding and sex.