As one who lived through the '60s and survived I do sometimes wonder about the way sex is currently written up. It all seems so free and easy but I wonder. One hears of courting contracts describing what couples will and will not do in a relationship. There are what are described as '(that 4 letter word) buddies' who come together (no pun intended) to assuage the fires of desire with absolutely no committment other than to do ones best for their partner. Date rape. Knock out drugs. Girlie boys. Whatever happened to that rustle of fine material followed by wham bam thank you mam?
So, it was a little bit comforting to read an article that seems to set out the real facts that today is not such a sensualist's paradise as one might think. Maybe it is better sitting on the sidelines with a well iced gin and tonic whilst dreaming of those '60s nights. When we could of us all dance like Mick Jagger. When it was possible to dance together whilst singing something from Dr Hook's latest masterpiece. When ligting two cigarettes and passing one to the lady was not some anti-social death dealing action. When one dressed up and not down to have a night on the tiles. When we all knew what Dr Timothy Leary meant.
See - those who say that if you can remember the '60s you weren't there are not 100% correct. I was and I can. I'm grateful for that.
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