As humans, why are we so coy?

Are we not still animals? Why are we the only animal who will—even has the capability—of talking ourselves out of sex?

Weird, huh?

Were I currently capable of finishing a book, I’d likely discover that it’s part of natural selection. And ensuring that selection is sound. A good return on investment. Yeah, maybe that’s it.

Society, civilization, and the world are moving at a crazy speed. Information that used to prove __ is now better at misleading. Enter social media and the fact that anyone can spout an opinion which goes “viral” and becomes some new “truth.”

Interesting.

Plus, biology’s definition of success and society’s definition of success diverged long ago, much to the chagrin of the old white guys who’ve been running the world for so long.

Society’s success makes us soft. Comfortable. With no reason to endure. Perhaps this is why I seek the will to live inside her. But I digress.

Biology has long favored endurance. Survival. A deer with the impulse to pause before crossing the unnaturally hard surface has a far better chance of creating offspring than one that scarcely notices the ground surface changed while walking. Curiosity wins the day.

Polite society taught me that it’s bad form to ask too many questions. “Don’t be nosy.” “It’s none of your business.” These ideas become indoctrinated in us. Children are meant to be seen, and not heard.

Several of us, learn to question this idea. So we learn curiosity again. I wonder, if this curiosity is the same innate curiosity we are born with, or if it is somehow different. Something curated. Created. A mashup of biological curiosity and polite society’s curiosity.

And it is apparent that some of us are better at letting go and connecting without thinking than others. This must be the biological curiosity coming through.

Society tells us to plan. Prepare. “Choose wisely.” So, a Mexican girl who is curious and attracted and eager and willing finds her mind inundated by the crippling self-talk. Ageism is real. Racism is real. We create preferences. We steer toward comfort.

Yet that biological craving is real. She has yet to have truly mind-blowing sex. He can see it in how she walks. She is hesitant to disrobe for yet another night of disappointment, yet her body is curious. His touch tends to feel incredible—taking her places she’s never been before.

That look in her eyes. Amazement. The instant softening of her features. He’s just shown her something about her own body. Orgasmic. She collapses onto him. Spent.

We think so much, we have no idea what we’re capable of. Everything we are lies in the unknown. All we need to do is let go.

And before you know it… splash.

How do we let go? Unlearn what society has taught us and listen to our biology again?

In the moment, she is grateful she followed her impulse. She will never forget him.

Yet orgasm is not a permanent state—a blessing and a curse. Eventually we have to get dressed and return to “real life.”

Polite society demands it. Our bill collectors demand it. Our jobs demand it.

How do you obtain a doctor’s note—which your job is demanding—after spending a week in bed drenching the sheets?

No wonder we lose touch with our feelings? We lack balance—at least in the western world. Society dictates we must bury the mind-blowing—the taboo—in shame. The desire to spend a week off work gets buried in guilt. Yet this is our biology.

No matter how much we think we can think ourselves out of acting without thinking, all we are doing is thinking ourselves out of sex and into extinction.

We just need to begin by speaking our curiosity. Our desires. Our expectations. That’s all. Can we?

Interesting.