Recreation Or Procreation: A Perspective Of Sex

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I seem to have developed some sort of reputation on providing my 'thesis' on even prurient topics, that some friends referred the topic of 'sex work on wheels'. Now, considering the topic, I don't know if it is for the salacious way I deal with it, or for my 'enriching treatise' ...or for both.

Anyway, a request from such dear friends will not go unsatisfied. I see a point in this 'sex work on wheels', where the bus becomes an active partner in the act. The rhythmic motion, high speeds, jerky movements in traffic, sudden breaks, the rumbles, the potholes where the bus makes bouncy sideways movements, all completely unpredictable, must add to the drama, that transforms an ordinary act into a thrilling one. 

Wonder the lengths, in this case miles, humans go to enjoy sex. We are one species that enjoy it more for recreation than procreation, unlike animals. This is helped by the fact that we have pretty advanced pleasure receptors associated with our bodies. It is coupled with other elements such as intimacy, love, lust, which adds a psychological gloss to the physiological components. For example in certain African tribes touching a women's bare shoulder is the ultimate arousal for men. But our chief anatomical difference from animals is up in the prefrontal cortex, but the generation of pleasure is happening at "lower" brain structures. The human cortex may interpret pleasurable sensations and assign them special meaning, such as of emotional experience. In this way, a human’s experience of sex may be qualitatively different than an animal's.

Coming to the point, there are a few other animals that have been observed to engage in sexual activity not for breeding. Bottlenose dolphins engage in sex for fun, and the most quoted cases of Bonobos (similar to chimpanzees) who use sex as casually as we use handshakes; they have sex as a greeting, to make up after a fight or a thank you for sharing some food, or just because there is nothing else to do. 

By the way, the bus has just reached Bangalore and have to deboard it now. Hope it has been an enjoyable journey.

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