The Cyclical Nature of Things

This past weekend we watched another DVRed Real Sex, and had a few good laughs. Nothing on the show was particularly exciting, but it’s still fun to see what everyone else in the world is doing, especially those people who are having more fun than the stereotypical uptight suburban couple. (On that subject, every time we watch a show of this type, invariably there is one segment on clowns – clowns, clown sex, clowns and balloons, clown fetishes – leading me to believe this is quite a popular thing. I’m pretty open to new ideas, but I have to confess, most of the clowns I’ve seen on these things aren’t arousing at all, but actually kind of … creepy! What’s up with THAT?)

It’s interesting, I think, the way our sex life goes in cycles, oscillating between the two poles of possibility, spending very little time in the middle. It’s not about the frequency, but the level of adventurism, the urge to explore new things – these are the facets that change radically. We sometimes go a week or two where every night is a different adventure – experiencing activities that are previously untried, or uniquely creative, or simply uncommon and fun – but then that festive energy fades.

I’m not sure why or how it happens. It would be a nice thing to understand, though – it’d be nice to have SOME control over, to know where the switch is so we could turn it on whenever we wanted. The closest I see to a cause-and-effect explanation is that we’re more apt to be adventurous when on vacation than while engaged in the drudgery of daily life … but even that doesn’t correlate 100% of the time. Fifty-five percent, maybe (if you factor in feeling ‘well-rested’ as well as ‘being on vacation’), but nowhere near a hundred.

Maybe I just need to drink more coffee.

I'm going to wait until Wednesday night to see if the Daree shows up here and makes a post, otherwise she's going to get a good smack on the ass for leaving me hanging out here all alone. :)