We Americans have the greatest military men in the world. A man in uniform is the most magnificent sight to a red-blooded, libidinous woman like me.
Yet our beautiful men are reduced to oppressors for those whom they spill their blood to protect and leave their families to liberate. A role signifying strength and honor and valor, our servicemen are vilified as rapists and torturers instead of the noble man that he is.
We live in the land of the free and home of the brave. Not true, for we are secretive and cowardly.
We worry about what the neighbors will say to the knocking of headboards and boots until the wee hours. Or what our mothers would say if we take a strapping young lad as our lover to satisfy us in the most intimate way.
The place of epidemic sexual dissatisfaction despite the demands of free love. Boomers ushered in the era of indiscriminate sex, a legacy passed on to disenchanted Gen Xers and confused Millennials who are having more sex with less satisfaction.
The center of loneliness and isolation is the also center of the world influencing billions of people.
Sex sells, we know from the success of advertising. But it has also sold us out as we struggle to make meaningful relationships and the meaning of sex.
Where a man in any skin can become President, we can't live with the skin we're in.
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