Monday, November 05, 2007

|"In the mood for a quick, hot NSA plowing?"|

While I'm sure the National Security Agency does engage in plenty of "plowing," that's not the NSA I have in mind.

"Hotel Leather Sex... Just hot, no strings man sex."
"Eager mouth looking to provide an incredible bj... no strings, no reciprocation needed or expected."
"Cute nerdy east village boy iso a no-strings one-time thing."


There are many things that I do not get when it comes to gay men and sex, but one that continually baffles me is the "No Strings Attached" Mentality (NSAM)***.

I get that maybe you are just really busy right now and don't have time to date someone, but really want some kind of intimate (or not) physical contact. No one here disputes the therapeutic benefits of sexual touch.

But don't you see the irrationality of the NSAM?^ Why hope to not want something that might be good? I say "that might be good" because I do think there are many things one should hope not to want—sex with babies, Lou Gehrig's disease, total destruction from mountain to shore. But to hope to not like another consenting adult?

It's like walking into a new restaurant and saying, "Man, I really hope I don't enjoy the food here enough to ever want to come back." Does that not seem like an odd thing to wish for? (Along with being just a silly and irresponsible waste of a perfectly good wish.) Yeah, sure, you're busy or maybe you're not even single, but it's not as though wanting to see the person again means having to see the person again.

NSAM. I just don't get it.

***I realize that people who aren't gay men are also interested in NSA sexual contact, but this is where my experience and empirical data lie.
^Of course, it's not necessarily irrational if your particular sexual interest is in having intercourse (perhaps anonymously, even) with a stranger and then their just leaving you.


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