Let’s talk about sex

Depending on whether or not you are married, beautiful or not, rich or poor, sex can evoke totally different responses.

A young man can fall in love with a beautiful, tall, blond-Germanic looking

Half-Jewish Goddess, like I did once, and discover what Shakespeare

meant, as you peer deeply into her crystal blue eyes, and as remarkably, she peers back deeply into your eyes, admiring each other’s flawless lines and delicate grace and strength.  Saying I love you over and over and

meaning it more each time.  With each soft whispered declaration from her moist red lips your own emotions build to a crescendo and you embrace and kiss and flow into each other and react to each other and perform a cosmic yet deeply earthly dance.

You can’t really analyze it,  but it is beauty and symmetry and atom splitting

and speed of light and cold chilled wine and fresh roses

and why you were put here,

and you know it.

The Arabs don’t have these

experiences. They are very religious.    The Arab and Muslim woman is

covered.

In Afghanistan a woman of thirty has forgotten what a cool breeze felt like on her skin, or the morning sun on a mild winter day.

It’s pretty bad in most of the Muslim world, for women.

It takes a toll on a lot of the men, as well.  In fact, it is so bad in parts of the Arab world that young men blow themselves up killing innocent men and women, babies and children, because they think that as soon as they die fulfilling what someone has told them is G-d’s will, they will be rewarded with 72 virgins.

Unlimited sex with numerous beautiful young women is why

some of these young men commit murder.

Makes you think, doesn’t it?