I stumbled across Emily Morse’s blog “Sex with Emily” on 7×7sf today. After forcing my self to read every single word and study every single picture in every single blog, I was on the verge of calling the moving company and heading back to SF.
Here’s a sampling of the topics she covered: swinging, small town sex, sober sex, a spot called Harlot where people spend an evening and a night engaging in sex with acquaintances and strangers alike, sex in San Francisco (who’s doing it? everybody), women talking about sex, and so on seemingly ad infinitum.
I had the distinct impression that everyone in SF was preparing for sex, having sex, recovering from hangovers after sex, and planning the next encounter. This is paradise, I figured.
Then I stumbled across Askmen.com, a site for everything about men, which means looking for sex. The most interesting feature I found was an article headed Top Ten: Pickup Cities. Here’s the list.
(1) New York City, (2) Boston, (3) Miami, (4) Los Angeles, (5) Denver, (6). Seattle, (7) Chicago, (
Austin, (9) Las Vegas, (10) Nashville. Notice any conspicuous absences?
At the end of the article, the mag invited comments about the story and the list. One comment grabbed my attention. A European guy asked “Why do you need this story? American girls are easy. You can pick them up ANYWHERE.” Not an exact quote, but the gist is there including the CAPS.
Why did I find his comment interesting? I’ve mentioned for years that sex isn’t restricted to SF. Heck, I’ve had my own list of top flight cities for a long time. Most are heartland towns, but I’ve included cities like Agana (Guam), Manila, Taipei, Naha (Okinawa), and the whole Kanto Plains area around Tokyo.
As I typed the above, I suddenly thought about the comment “American girls are easy” in Askmen.com’s article. The comment brought up a series of memories. I recalled a line from the television series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. The bit of dialogue was heart-rending. Spoken by Sarah Sidle (played by Jorja Fox) to Gil Grissom (played by William Peterson), her line was a haunting reminder of the emptiness of many lives devoted to the pursuit of sex with anyone. She said wistfully that she had been “looking for validation in inappropriate places.”
I can’t begin to count the number of guilty and lonely young girls and, yes, middle-aged women who confessed similar feelings to me, a complete stranger, when I taught college. Their stories were filled with regret and the guilt of having harmed family, friends, and self.
One of them talked about a tune from the 27-year old movie Urban Cowboy. The song, “Lookin for love (in all the wrong places), she said, told her story and aptly described the loneliness and meaningless of sex with countless strangers. I always listened politely and sympathetically, but I never knew how to respond. Maybe they just needed an ear.
These memories led me to wonder if the stage we have reached in our atomistic social structure is permanent? Do we live lives without lasting human connections? I hope not. Maybe this phase in our evolution will pass.
Sidelights. Another superfluous mention of Ruby Rippey-Tourk in Matier & Ross’s column. The insertion of her name has no relevance to the story at all and should not have been included. I’m actually beginning to feel sorry for her.