Is There Life After Sex?

"The Birth of Venus" by Botticelli

Sex is the manifestation of the "life force," a term coined by George Bernard Shaw though it is not clear if he ever had any--sex that is. But certainly it's the force behind creation. In the case of the human species which is burdened with consciousness, evolution has creatively offered the concept of idealization or romantic love in order to afford consummation and inevitably the prolongation of the species. So humans are wired for sex even when libidinous desire wanes and their pheromones go on the fritz. The damage has been done by the onset of senescence, but the neurogenic pathways of the brain still are wired for longing  even when there are no residues of drive. It’s like a huge highway which attracts little traffic due to environmental adversity, population change or both. Some older couples revert back to a kind of pre-adolescent sexuality that exhibits the innocence and charm of a high school production of Romeo and Juliet. Of course dementia can cause disinhibition and there is a percentage of the elderly population who become randy. Rape and STD’s have become problems in some nursing homes. However, the majority who neither develop infatuations or cases of late onset satyriasis or nymphomania are faced with a challenge that requires the creation of a new form of passion that takes the place of physical love. 

Paris Journal V: Croque Monsieur

Photograph:Michael Brewer

The croque monsieur is a delicious sandwich made from ham and melted cheese. You can also have the jambon which is composed of ham and fresh baguette, freely spread with butter. But one of us is going to croke one day, monsieur and it’s something that could happen precisely when you are eating either of these delicious sandwiches--or for that matter the Croque Madame which is made with an egg. There’s a little joint down at the corner of St Michel and St Germain right by the Odeon stop. You’re mouth waters when you look at the piles of freshly made jambons behind the counter. You know how fresh they are since the place has a huge turnover. Once you crunch into the bread and soft interior oozing with butter, you're overtaken by an experience that’s akin to passion-- the temporary madness  that leads to consummation. That very experience of abandon is similar to what one experiences when eating a freshly cooked croque monsieur (croque monsieur literally means “crunch, mister”). Who knows? Pheromones may even be released. However it's precisely in a moment like this when one is filled with the rapture of everything that makes France great (among these yet not limited to bread, sweet butter and ham—oh yes and brie), that one forgets to chew. And all of a sudden the bread (particularly if it’s the baguette of a jambon) is lodged in one’s trachea and yes, there on the Odeon one may croke monsieur. But what a way to die!