One of the great burdens which our Romantic culture has imposed upon long-term relationships
is the idea that love and sexual fulfillment must always, if things are working as they
should, fit neatly together. This beautiful and hugely convenient idea raises a passionate
hope that over many years two people will not only like and help one another, manage
their domestic finances reasonably well, perhaps raise a family, have enjoyable holidays, understand
one another’s problems, schedule cleaning rotas, put up with each other’s failings,
see each others’ parents and friends and pursue their careers in harmony, but they
will also be devoted and exciting sexual partners, endlessly entwining and recombining, sometimes
being gentle and slow, at others, brutal and urgent, travelling together on a shared, life-long
erotic adventure. It’s this sublime idea that begins to torment us when – as is the
case in almost every relationship – sex starts with time to get at once less intense
and less frequent, more cautious and more frustrating, more at odds with daily life
and eventually definitively more daunting as a prospect than reading a book, watching
the news together or simply going to sleep. This can appear nothing short of a catastrophe,
a sign of monstrous failing and very often a prelude to a break-up. And yet the problem
is not ours alone. It is simply that almost everything that can make love go well seems
primed not to make sex go well – and vice versa. We are afflicted by a fundamental misalignment
in the qualities of character and spirit required by good sex on the one hand and successful
love on the other. A relationship cannot survive in the long term without tenderness, soberness,
practical intelligence and selective resignation. We have carefully to fathom another’s motives,
explain our moods, overcome hurts and sulks and assume a mantle of predictability. Sex
on the other hand, in its most dramatic, thrilling versions, demands that we be heedless, decadent,
perhaps cruel or untenably submissive. It can involve the crudest language and moments
of sublime degradation. In having to suffer from feelings of inadequacy around what happens
in long-term love, we are the victims of major cultural failure: the failure of our surrounding
culture to continually stress a realistic picture of an unavoidable tension between
two crucial yet incompatible themes of existence. In a wiser world, we would collectively admit
that the very rare cases where love and sex did run together were astonishing exceptions
with no relevance whatsoever to most of our lives. We would instead learn to pay admiring
attention to those who had accepted with a reasonable show of dignity and grace that
the natural price of long-term togetherness is a decline in the quality and frequency
of sexual contact – and that this is, in a great many cases, a price very much worth
paying.
Our Sex book explores how sex truely operates.
and that far from thinking about sex too much, we haven't begun to think about it nearly enough.