The Sex-O-Rama Blog Entry

I watched Kinsey tonight at ISU’s Bengal Theatre. Thus, the sex reference. What a great movie! I should have known I’d be moved by the film, since Bill Condon was behind it, but I didn’t know I’d be moved that much. (For those unversed in Bill Condon’s work, I highly recommend watching Gods and Monsters. Beautiful.)

Perhaps the problem is that I’ve grown up in an area that still condemns Kinsey. I’m sure that the older generation in this highly religiously oppressed area would love to blame all of modern society on the man. After all, I have heard him blamed for the sexual revolution, proliferation of VD in America, and once even for the spread of homosexuality. Weird, yes, I know. But, the truth is, we probably owe a great deal to the man for helping to answer many myths about sexuality in America. I mean, come on! These people thought they’d become infertile if they had oral sex before the man came along!

Sex is such a funny thing. Not ha-ha funny...well, unless maybe you have a clown fetish...but odd funny. It’s amazing how such a small aspect of our lives could control so much of what we think, say, and do. It dictates who we are in a manner of ways, how we behave, and even where we fit in with society. When you lost your virginity, if you’re still a virgin, if you’ve had a number of partners, or just one...it seems to matter so much for some reason. I’m just amazed that who we find attractive, and desire to have sex with, has so many implications on us. My friend T. admitted to me this afternoon, quite abashed, that he prefers the company of “large” women. I don’t care. I don’t think any less of him, and why should I? Admittedly, I’m incredibly shallow, but oddly enough, not in this area. And no, this doesn’t mean I endorse NAMBLA, or other creepy groups. They need to be consenting adults. Consenting.....Adults....that’s the key.

Anyway, back to the movie. There were some really poignant parts of the film. When Kinsey’s talking with his father at one point, it made me want to cry. Here are two men that don’t really like each other, but they’re finally opening up to each other. Perhaps it struck too close to home. My dad and I don’t hate each other. In fact, we get along rather well. The problem is, we just don’t connect on any level of depth. We’re masters of shallow conversation, and I wish it wasn’t so. I don’t really know anything about my dad. I realize this every time I want to buy him a gift. I can’t think of anything, because I don’t know him. Errr...off track again. Sorry. Towards the end of the film, Lynn Redgrave stops by to give a brief performance that should make that lump of emotion appear in your throat. If it doesn’t, you’re a real heartless bastard. All I can hope is that Kinsey really got to hear words like that uttered to him.

All in all, I thought this was a beautiful film. It’s a serious topic, for adults (got that, stupid immature bitches talking, giggling, and guffawing through the whole movie behind me?) So, with that said, I release you to go see the movie, or surf for internet porn, if you’d rather.