What’s the point of sex? OK, it’s not an easy question. Let’s
get the ball rolling.
I saw today Abel Gance’s Capitaine Fracasse. A really
beautiful film, which perhaps somewhat reminded me of Cocteau’s The Beauty and
the Beast in its fairy tale atmosphere. My thoughts are under its effect.
I want to connect the question of theater – of acting – with
What’s the point of art (or life)? Why is art so connected
with eroticism? Much of the reason people go to the theater and to movies is to
see pretty women. Yes, they are not going to have sex with them, but they might
see them naked at least, which is further than where they get on most dates,
and with prettier wo/men. And if for men sex is perhaps more physical, there is
so much fantasy and storytelling in women’s relation to (and activity of) sex.
Moreover, to generalize very very crudely: French men seem
to care about sex only with regards how they will tell the story later. The
pickup, the courting, the undressing, all towards recounting the fable. While
for American men, it is simply business. They have to do it, and count the
women. At least in the general case, I think there is very little of the other person
(Note that the story effect is not lacking for Americans
too. How many had sex in their car only to say they had sex in a car; had sex
with a cheerleader, with a quarterback, etc. All stories, even if the audience is
The theater, acting, has so much to do with it. Why then?
What’s the relation of sex and storytelling? This was already a bit discussed
in the topic of forplay
Sex involves acting and acting sex: acting during sex,
acting about sex, and interest in acting – actors and actresses in movies and
theater - with regards sex.
Sex thus is connected with our will to act in the world. (Acting
here wears again its more complete dictionary senses.)
To be continued at some later point, though no promises