F*ck sEx

 

Henry’s sitting on the patio of his Key West bungalow, home from Mexico, pondering sex.

His X wife Lucia divorced him in Acapulco for a muscle man, sex is everything for them.

Sexually, Henry isn’t much, he doesn’t care about it. Screwing seems like an act to him, a grand performance.

There's more to life than balling, how long does it last? 7 minutes, or maybe 14 if you think about baseball. 

Henry knew a guy, a swinger, a sex addict, who spent hours at Plato’s Retreat. After years of orgies, his cock became permanently bent, shaped like a ram's horn. 

Sex is about the power to force your favorite position on your lover, regardless of what she or he feels.

We live on a planet that’s a 24/7 sex asylum.

Martians laugh at our sex lives, thinking we have the most mundane sex under the sun.

A Martian orgasm is the most spectacular thing imaginable. They merely touch fingers and their bodies ignite from head to toe, quivering, lasting for hours.

Many bohemians in the 60s believed Wilhelm Reich’s orgone box was a liberation machine that would lead to utopia. 

The device is a wallboard box, about 10 cubic feet in size, which contains a smaller box made of galvanized iron. Between the two boxes are alternating layers of rock wool and steel wool. 

How on earth could people shed sexual repression by climbing into a closet? 

Yet, the box was in vogue with many famous hipsters and intellectuals of the time.

Norman Mailer who saw psychiatrists as ball shrinkers said at the time, 

the hipster didn't need to dissect his desires on the couch because the orgasm was his therapy.

Mailer built several variants of the orgone box in his barn in Connecticut. One was carpet-lined so that he could scream his lungs out inside while having sex, combining Reich's ideas with primal scream therapy— others were built like huge dinosaur eggs so he could roll about inside them with his lover. 

Influenced by the orgone box, Mailer, considered a genius by many, wasted a lot of time obsessing about his orgasms, how fucking childish. 

Eventually, Reich’s orgone box made its way to Big Sur, California where Henry Miller and his bohemian pals were experimenting with psychedelics— so they fucked on acid in cabin-size orgone boxes, more than a few freaking out.

Personally, I think the orgone box is a crock of shit, surfacing at the right time— during the 60s sexual revolution.

Wilhelm Reich died in the mid-60s of a heart attack, most likely having a wank in his orgone box.

Aldous Huxley wrote in his novel, Brave New World, about a futuristic dystopia where sexual promiscuity becomes the law, as political and economic freedom diminishes, a clever con by the dictator.

Huxley’s Brave New World was written in 1946 and if he were alive today he’d be stunned to see a planet that's evolved into a giant orgone box gone mad. 

Henry was sexed up plenty while attending NYU, in the 70s, and he had a rule of thumb— if a girl didn’t ball on the first date he didn’t ask her out again.  

Sometimes if his date was a quick lay, they'd go out again, but his relationships never lasted, until he met Lucia while editing The Gringo Times, an English language rag in Havana.

Yeah, Lucia is sultry, she looks like Sophia Lauren. 

She moved to Havana straight off the Sugarcane farm at 17, landing a job at The Habana Cafe as a dancer. 

She even had a fling with Fidel Castro, who sent a soldier to pluck her from The Habana Cafe, taking her to his suburban house and getting her loaded on Chivas Regal. Like the muscle man in Acapulco, she claimed, 

Fidel was hung like a burro.

Lucia was karmic payback for the women Henry balled once and threw away while at NYU.

Henry never gave knocking up a woman a thought and never used condoms, because he has black sperm that poisons anything it touches.

These days Henry's chaste, a saint, pure as the driven snow with his black poison sperm, because the word is out and there's not a woman in the Keys who'll go near him.