Issues of the heart (in other words, the inevitable sex post)

Hello gang,

 I am exhausted and tired from an Intervarsity outreach thing I was doing today, but I promised I'd write a post on sexual purity, so here goes. (Just forgive me for any major grammar mistakes I might make)

When recent Gallup polls claim that 71% of  adults find premarital sex morally acceptable, you know something's wrong. And in college, that culture is even stronger. The culture of college is to "discover yourself, try new experiences, and experiment with different ways of life. On campus, this essentially translates to "do anything you want, sexual or otherwise, as long as you don't get arrested." Even in a relatively conservative college like Texas Tech, this mode of thought is very prevalent. When you're sitting in your dorm room on a Saturday night (for those like me that have no life), and you're putting headphones over your ears while trying to ignore the repetitive sound of squeaking bed springs, you realize that college is not going to be like those nostalgic fantasies of home that freshmen feel. But if I'm going to be honest with my loyal blog populace (which I think is a total of 1 person right now), then I have to acknowledge my own struggles with sexual purity.

I hate the phrase "struggling with (place sin here)." I know I just used it, but forget the previous paragraph. I hate it. I want to be ok with just saying, "I've been masturbating and watching porno since I was nine, and I'm sick of it."

Now, I can post that on a blog because I feel a relative sense of anonymity (partly because no one's gonna read this anyway), but, (as a guy that doesn't want to fulfill the girl-objectifying, sexual-pig stereotype) it's very hard to say that around other people, especially mixed company. But it's a fact; I've even had an account on a website created for those in sexually "free" lifestyles.

So now that most of you have stopped reading due to the TMI content (take a few deep breaths), I'd like to talk about love.
When comes to love, I'm pretty handicapped. I've been watching porno for so long that I've started connecting intimacy with sexual arousal. In previous dating relationships things have gotten quite a bit more physical than I would've preferred, because I've too often equated romantic love with sexual stuff. Certainly sex is a sublime expression of love, but more importantly it's an expression of matrimony. It's the physical enactment of what Jesus was saying by "the two shall become one flesh."

    And by that, we can also deduce that sex is not only a sign of union, but a sign of procreation. That's why the Catholic Church (and by extension, me) have an issue with contraception. "Safe sex" is that which denies the ability to "become one flesh." What is a better example of the one flesh ideal than a child who is, by definition, the combination of a parent's genetic material? Denying the possibility of conception is denying an essential aspect of true marital union.

   I realize that I'm not married. At this point I'm not sure I'll ever get married (part of me feels like I'd screw up any marriage I'd get into, part of me is still entertaining the idea of becoming a priest). I've never had to deal with the temptation that might come with sleeping in the same bed with someone, day after day, unable to have sex except on those days my wife is not in full baby-maker mode (infertile days). But I've at least made the personal decision that, for the sake of my wife, and the sake of our marriage, I'm not gonna use contraception.


That's right kids, if you're gonna have sex, make sure you don't use protection.


Now that I've left you with that unconventional piece advice, I'm gonna head to worship practice at the bunker church.

Happy birthday to Jessica Davis!!!

And if anyone does happen to read this, comment and let me know what to do for the next blog post because I have no idea what to write about. Now back to my busy day.

Tie Guy