Sex in the Outdoors...
''Do bears poop in the woods? You bet. But that's not all they do!"
—Smokey the Bear
I came across this interesting article while I was looking up instruction on how to do a roll (in a kayak not in the hay). It is highly probably that the person who wrote the article and the author of the original book have never visited yellowknife. It is either too cold (with high risk of frostbite) or too buggy (I have learned to pee very quickly as a result of my fear of the attacking bugs- I cannot imagine voluntarily removing my clothes and exposing my entire body to the vampire mosquitoes.) This being said, tents and boats offer a certain appeal.
(Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with my actual life, I thought that it was interesting and funny when I came across the article- please do not read more into it than that).
The following is an exert from the artice which can be read in full on the GORP website:
New Dimension
For many city folk, there's something mysterious and fascinating about those people who go wandering into the wild places. Those of you who are among the wanderers-in-wild-places, and who also could use an additional dimension to your dull and in-desperate-need-of-an-improved-image sex life, consider this: There are possibly millions of would-be partners in the cities, fascinated by the mystique surrounding you (even though you know better), who just might be snookered into a foray into the wild. This very same person, who rolls his or her eyes behind your back when you make those tired, predictable, city-fied come-on's in the office may thrill to the suggestion of a moonlight hike up Pike's Peak. Somehow, it triggers a different response than your offer of a midnight stroll through Central Park . . . unarmed. Opening Line to Remember:"How 'bout we go down on, er, I mean, to the Wildlife Preserve this weekend, Doris?"
The corollary to the above idea is this: Sex in the outdoors can also bring an added dimension to your otherwise wild but increasing-difficult-to-maintain-the-image-of sex life. For those who expend lots of energy creating and maintaining a grandiose public image of their sex life, there's always the danger of running out of material. You can only relate so many variations on your urban/suburban sexual experiences to fellow travelers on the subway before the crowd starts to yawn. Outdoor sexual scenarios, on the other hand, are virtually limitless and offer, additionally, the aura of the exotic and/or primitive. Even a mediocre story-teller can get great mileage out of the wilderness milieu. After all, how many people actually know how far it is up Pike's Peak?
—Smokey the Bear
I came across this interesting article while I was looking up instruction on how to do a roll (in a kayak not in the hay). It is highly probably that the person who wrote the article and the author of the original book have never visited yellowknife. It is either too cold (with high risk of frostbite) or too buggy (I have learned to pee very quickly as a result of my fear of the attacking bugs- I cannot imagine voluntarily removing my clothes and exposing my entire body to the vampire mosquitoes.) This being said, tents and boats offer a certain appeal.
(Disclaimer: This post has nothing to do with my actual life, I thought that it was interesting and funny when I came across the article- please do not read more into it than that).
The following is an exert from the artice which can be read in full on the GORP website:
New Dimension
For many city folk, there's something mysterious and fascinating about those people who go wandering into the wild places. Those of you who are among the wanderers-in-wild-places, and who also could use an additional dimension to your dull and in-desperate-need-of-an-improved-image sex life, consider this: There are possibly millions of would-be partners in the cities, fascinated by the mystique surrounding you (even though you know better), who just might be snookered into a foray into the wild. This very same person, who rolls his or her eyes behind your back when you make those tired, predictable, city-fied come-on's in the office may thrill to the suggestion of a moonlight hike up Pike's Peak. Somehow, it triggers a different response than your offer of a midnight stroll through Central Park . . . unarmed. Opening Line to Remember:"How 'bout we go down on, er, I mean, to the Wildlife Preserve this weekend, Doris?"
The corollary to the above idea is this: Sex in the outdoors can also bring an added dimension to your otherwise wild but increasing-difficult-to-maintain-the-image-of sex life. For those who expend lots of energy creating and maintaining a grandiose public image of their sex life, there's always the danger of running out of material. You can only relate so many variations on your urban/suburban sexual experiences to fellow travelers on the subway before the crowd starts to yawn. Outdoor sexual scenarios, on the other hand, are virtually limitless and offer, additionally, the aura of the exotic and/or primitive. Even a mediocre story-teller can get great mileage out of the wilderness milieu. After all, how many people actually know how far it is up Pike's Peak?
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