by Karen Turner

A hydra asexually reproducing.

Sitting down to write a blog this week proved more challenging than I expected. The reason, I began to realize as I twiddled my thumbs and waited for the keys to start typing themselves, was that I was suffering from a real lack of inspiration. How could I possibly write 200 words about sex when I haven’t had any myself in a quite a while? It seems that as the Laid & Paid section took me on as a sex blogger, my real sex life entered a dry spell.

Actually, this indefinite period of celibacy has proved interesting. What I’ve experienced is a newfound acceptance of the nonsexual state in which I seem to be floundering. While I expected to face, and have in the past, a sort of unbearable buildup of sexual frustration, I instead find myself in this zen place where sexual urges seem to take a back seat to other priorities. I feel, quite frankly, asexual. And it’s a strange place to be.

Given my strange new nonchalance to my sex life, I decided to do a little research into the actual community of asexuality. In 2001, the Asexual Visibility and Education Network (conveniently abbreviated into AVEN, which offers wonderful lexical possibilities) was launched online, aiming to inform the general public of the existence of asexuality as a recognized sexual orientation as well as to foster an asexual community. The site claims a current following of over 6,000 members of all ages and nationalities, all united by a common disinterest in sexual activity. It isn’t any kind of problem with actual sexual functioning; asexual men and women could theoretically have sex. They just feel no need to.

Asexuality is different from celibacy, the website claims, in that asexuals can’t help it. They are born with no desire for sexual pleasure. They run into problems in that they too want to engage in romantic relationships, but to do so without sex is, to a lot of people, inconceivable and weird. Many asexual couples have found each other through the AVEN network and are now in comfortable, loving relationships.

There has been little research on the subject and asexuality remains, as of now, a self-defined group. Some psychologists claim that asexuality cannot exist and any lack of sexual interest must be the result of trauma or repressed homosexuality. However, the orientation is generally considered some kind of middle ground on the sexual bell curve where all humans must fall. A popular statistic estimates that some 1% of the population is asexual.

While I may feel strangely disconnected to my libido at the moment, I don’t think that this phase is long-lasting or significant and I can’t, quite frankly, imagine an asexual life. Indeed, one of my most enlightening thoughts provoked by an interview I watched with 26-year old AVEN founder David Jay was “I’d tap that ass in a second.” Despite this, I think it is worth examining asexuality as it seems to threaten a fundamental belief that sex is necessary to the life experience. If, to a group of people, it isn’t, than what is?

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by Alyssa

There is a little something I think I need to share with the world before we go any further.

Sometimes, I need a fix – it’s an addiction problem above all else and unfortunately has often sent me on a downward spiral – bad grades, ditching my friends, not sleeping, poor eating habits which, inevitably, lead to the Freshman 15, the Sophomore 7 and the Junior 4. This past fall, call it Divine Intervention if you will, I have taken a step into recovery, mostly because, lately, reality TV sucks.

That’s right… I am your typical, 21-year-old reality television connoisseur college student. I do have a problem and its embarrassing that it is only TV, but in the end, I am not in debt to my eyeballs from said addiction. Silver lining? Yeah I didn’t think so.

Think of the wonderful days of yester, when Christian claimed everyone a “hot tranny mess,” the biggest issue on Rock of Love were Daisy’s lips, Tila chose Bobby when obviously she should have chosen Dani and New York was still a dramatic mess.

Taking a look at the past shows that were on this fall season, they have hardly been enough to satisfy an itch.

Real Housewives of Atlanta – They hated each other, and all turned out to be dead broke with baby daddy issues except for the only one I couldn’t stand. The short one married to the NBA star I had never heard of.

Charm School – Rock of Love – HUGE Bret Michaels fan, I adore Sharon Osbourne, but this season of R.O.L really just made me sad more than anything else. So we have taken the girls we all loved to hate who hated to love Bret Michaels, put them in the same house and decided who was the trashiest and needed Charm School the most. But, there was that one girl from season 2 who got so drunk she didn’t make it to the first elimination… ooops, she did it again.

Celebrity Rehab­ - Honestly, are we even a little surprised that a 1990s super model was addicted to opiates, Southern songstress a raging alcoholic, Gary Busey in general, or Jeff Conaway’s return? No. It was interesting in that “car wreck, can’t look away” kind of way.

Those were the big ones that had held so much promise for me personally and yet, nothing. Much like settling for extra dark chcolate when all you really want is milk chocolate with gooey caramel inside.

What will satisfy or leave us aching for more in the coming seasons?

Rock of Love Bus, Double Shot at Love (the Icky Twins take on Tila Tequila’s show), new Project Runway (should they find 

a network), another American Idol, will the new season of Real Housewives Orange County EVER get good already, or will my undying love for Ellen have to continue? You be the judge! Leave your feedback and let me know what you think!

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