You can stick your bloody opera up your arse!

I apologise in advance for my rant.
I am getting increasingly worried about the middle classes attitudes towards science. It seems as though they see it as a childhood pursuit that one can and should grow out of. The science museum is full of wonder but it seems like it is full of children. During my first few weeks of teaching I have realised that young people lose interest in science pretty mush as soon as they hit 14.

I think this is the parents fault, encouraging them, pretentiously to go to the opera or the ballet or an art gallery as soon as they are old enough to understand. Students of the arts outnumber studnets of science at every English university. I just cant seem to understand why.

Scientists seem to have atatched to them a geeky stereotype, floundering over goggles and bunson burners in thier white lab coats. It seems that it is high culture that is killing science, not just religion.

At a young age children are full of wonder to find out that dinosaus ruled the earth many years ago. They are facinated with animals and always want to go to the zoo. This is brilliant but the thirst for knowledge about how the world works diminishes with age. People start looking towards art for understanding and cocktail party discussions. It is quite flabbergasting that people (with honours degrees) cannot tell me what electricity is, or what is contained in our DNA, or just how small and empty an atom is.

I don't really know what to suggest to fix this, maybe if we all start holding science in higher esteem than it is now, more youngsters will want to become scientists. More scientist may accelerate a cure for cancer, may get us in touch with other lifeforms or even put an end to world hunger.

I think it is every parent and teachers job to keep young people interested in science. It is far more beautifull than art as it is natural. Keats once told Issac Newton that he destroyed the wonder of the rainbow by explaing it, this is preposterous. The science of how a rainbow works is more full of wonder than the rainbow itself. (See Dawkins book, Unweaving the Rainbow)

'The English are inveterate gamblers, drink as much beer as their wages will permit, are devoted to bawdy jokes and use probably the foulest language in the world' George Orwell 1941

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Afterplay

Afterplay is now my favorite part of sex.

It used to be foreplay in my teens. All the kinkiness and togetherness and the undressing of all the layers of blouses, skirts, bra and knickers. T-shirts, Jeans boxers. The holding a girl down, telling her what you are going to do, teasing her by kissing thighs and navel, the pre-sex-blow job. Don't get me wrong, I love all that anticipation and filthiness, it just isn't my favourite part anymore.

I went through a long phase of the actual sex being my favourite. The first time you feel that warmth and wetness engulfing your cock is the best feeling in the world physically. Emotionally too, that a girl likes you enough to let you do this to her. (I know girls like sex as much as we do but I have a theory, that girls, historically have more to lose from sex than men. Their brains are probably evolutionarily hardwired to be careful with sex. Now it is different but before condoms and - the best invention ever - the pill women had it pretty hard. It was her body that went through a pregnancy for 9 months and then had to push the little critter out. Women used to die in childbirth much more frequently than they do today making sex potentially lethal for them, men on the other hand, could do the deed, sew their seed and then nip of to the dino-pub for a pint and never come back.) It is such a great feeling to be that close to a girl that you are literally bonded together, actually being inside her and part of her. Looking into her eyes and kissing and talking dirty.

Which brings me to the inspiration for writing this post.

Afterplay

Afterplay is anything that happens in the 20 minutes or so after you cum. (After 20 minutes it will probably morph into foreplay again) For me this usually entails falling down onto the bed with my girl and usually saying something nice 'Wow' 'That was amazing' or 'pheeeew' and then kind of lying on my back with girl cuddling into me and us both drifting in and out of a orgasm induced shallow sleep. Its the nakedness that I like, body on body, breasts against chest, her warm smooth legs draped over mine, both our hands stroking each other, the dry kiss that tastes of sex as you have both been down on each other. This is now my favourite part, I dont know why and I realise I am coming of as a bit of a pansy but next time you have sex, dont neglect it, try and enjoy it consciously and be in love for just 20 minutes. There, thats why I like it, you are in love for 20 minutes. Even if you have just met, Myself and the girl (ahem, usually) act like we are in love for just that small amount of time. It is a mini relationship. A mini true love with someone you have just met or have being with a while but forgotten how to do it.

Just make sure you dont actually say them three words unless you feel it outside of them special rule-breaking 20 minutes of afterplay.

Well Hello

I don't expect anyone to read this, but just in case. I am remaining anonymous. I have started this blog to make sure I keep writing as much as possible. I want to be a writer at some pointg in my life and I get told over and over again that writers write. This is my effort.
There will probably be no common theme in my ramblings. I will probably write about sex a lot. I will maybe write reviews of books I have read or films I have seen or nights out that I have forgotten. I will probably take the piss out of friends of mine and TV personalities and mainly just moan about the mundane struggle that is life and all its random irritations.

I better tell you a bit about myself.

I am 24 years old, live in North London and am a secondary school English teacher. I like all the things everyone else my age and sex like. By no stretch of imagination am I unique in anyway. I know we all like to think we are but the truth of the matter is we are all the same. We all have arseholes, nipples and a desire to be loved and accepted. Hands up if you didn't like Disney films as a kid, hands up if you have never taken a piss. We are also 99.9% genetically the same as each other no matter gender, race or class. Even chimps are only 3% genetically different to us. What I am trying to say is that you know me because I am ridiculasly similar to you.

I want to lose weight, I want to give up smoking, I want to travel the world and bore my friends with earnest stories when I get back, I ultimately want to be a good person, I want children of my own one day, I want some of my writing to be published, I want someone to spend my life with.

Ok. Let's get started...