It’s the moment, you’ve been waiting for — building up to this point, the awkward body language, the pauses between conversation, wondering when the time feels right, trusting that this is the right choice to make with a partner; can be confusing once you finally get to the point of getting ready to share a sexual experience only to realise: Wait, where’s the condom?
I came across this short film, although it feels more like an advertisement rather than a P.S.A., it captures the feeling of sexually charged moments.
We lose clarity in those moments, and the frustration; argh! Where’s the god-damn condom?
If I wait, we might lose the moment, if we delay this, we might not get this chance again…
But would you really want to leave it all up to a chance?
If a chance if all it’s depending on, I’d be damned if it’s worth it.
We choose sexual partners, based on whatever reason, a look we shared, a joke that clicked — the right moment.
It’s awkward as hell, probably disappointing when you’re overpowered with your sexual desired and a decision has to made — do we wait?
What if we wait and the moment doesn’t come back…?
Well then in hind-sight maybe that moment wasn’t worth it?
Or maybe I should’ve taken a chance…?
Faced the outcome instead, whatever that may be…
Sexually transmitted disease, an unwanted pregnancy…multiple factors of guilt — oh what a price to pay for letting the sexual desires overpower logic.
A lot of “maybes” make unwanted “babies”.
The sexual desire turns into regret pretty quickly, and once the infatuation fades away and we see one another after the intimacy shared; we’re left wondering whether this was the right decision.
An Alcoholic once told me he kept a bottle of his favourite whiskey in each room, to remind him it’s there; but he doesn’t need it, it’s not worth the regret — but the reminder is what motivates him to make the right decision.
If a moment is worth risking what may follow, so is the choice of accepting responsibility.
Which we rarely do, once the orgasm has been had and we’re both probably wondering if this was a one-night stand or start of something…
If it’s an awkward one-night stand, do I stick around long enough for it not to be?
So many unanswered questions, so much confusion, and so much drama.
If only I’d worn a condom — is what most of us are thinking.
Maybe if I had waited before penetration, and decided instead to roll the dice; to find the sexual chemistry is still vibrating — if and when I do get around to purchasing a condom.
In the heat of moment, nobody can see clearly — unless you’re very very careful.
Maybe rolling the dice on waiting is a better test of sexual chemistry, rather than risking it all for the mighty mystery — “But what if…we never share this moment again”?
What if…we wait, find that now that our sexual chemistry has worn off — we’re seeing more clearly.
If you can’t wait to see what comes of it, maybe it’s not worth it?
Wouldn’t it just be easier to carry a condom — at all times?
Like a licensed Fire-Arm Carry permit; carry it with you — protect it.
Use it when necessary.
Accept responsibility for the outcome, once the decision has been made.
And avoid the what ifs…