There’s No Such Thing As Anal Sex
I apologize from the get-go about the gross nature of today’s blog. Unlike a newspaper or a church board (Pastor, what were you thinking? My 8-year old son is in the congregation! I don’t want to have to deal with that topic already!) I have no editorial committee looking over my shoulder and cautioning me or saying, you know, Bing, you need to chill. There’s the public thought police touting that evil is good and if you disagree somehow that makes you intolerant which is the only sin our society is worried about and if someone accuses you of this you are a public disgrace: We are intolerant of anyone who is perceived to be intolerant.
Jesus said there will come a day when people will think they are doing God a favor by putting you to death. The communists hauled Christian leaders away to concentration camps after putting pastors on public humiliation trials of false and real character assassinations of immorality when they took over China in order to silence the church (by the way, it didn’t work). Since immorality doesn’t exist in our society, they’ll have to haul Christians away for saying that immorality exists, because if you say it exists when our society says it doesn’t exists, that would be intolerant.
So, for the uninitiated: evil exits and so does immorality, ungodliness, evil, wickedness and perversion and it’s fighting you at the very core of your life. Rather than embrace it and encourage it and love it and nurture it, you need to hate it and fight it.* If you don’t, it can kill your marriage and it can kill you and your spouse or, if you are stupid enough, your girlfriend. And I’m not being dramatic here: by kill, I mean, heart-stopping-call-the-mortician-and-haul-the-body-away-with-a-shroud kind of death. The real stuff.
The word sex means difference. Everyone has a butt. An anus is not a sex organ. The yuck going out of an anus are the impurities that if they stayed in your body you would die. If they get back into your body or the body of your wife, you or your wife could die or at least get very, very sick. People that play with this stuff used to be called two-year-olds and we’d spank their hands and yell at them and rush them to the bathroom and disinfect them and make sure that they’d never do it again.
Nowadays people who do this are honored in our society and make the celebrity pages and are paraded as model citizens and claim they were born this way. They sing songs and dance with very fancy outfits on to praise and honor and worship these acts. And even our president, when pressed, as all leaders these days are pressed (“What do you think of playing with feces?”) says, yes, he is not an expert, but, he, too, believes people who do this have it in their genes and it is not a choice, along with respected judges and all the gorgeous people on the runways with their plastic smiles and bodies pumped full of foreign substances to make them look larger than life.
But the real tragedy here is the public takes its cues from its laws and leaders and societal role models and innocent teenage girls and boys and everyday types of folk in marital bedrooms and cohabiting apartments all across our land (and, no doubt, exported to the world), are imitating their role models and playing with each others’ excrement in the hopes of reaching some sort of sensual nirvana only to discover bondage, trauma, rituals of death (Sexual intercourse between a husband and a wife [remember that?] is an expression of life-giving sacrificial love; anal penetration is a ritual of death), fear, mistrust, insecurity, humiliation, infections diseases and, yes, death.
We’re all totally insane. Just nuts.
*If you dare, see what King David wrote about this sort of thing 3000 years ago. Careful: he’s reeeeaaaaaallllllyyyy intolerant:
Psalm 36 1-4 (NIV)
An oracle is within my heart concerning the sinfulness of the wicked:
There is no fear of God before his eyes.
For in his own eyes he flatters himself too much to detect or hate his sin.
The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful;
he has ceased to be wise and to do good.
Even on his bed (BW: !!! I didn’t make this up!) he plots evil;
he commits himself to a sinful course and does not reject what is wrong.
See Dr. Bing’s podcast series, “Is Perversion in the Marital Bed Okay?” where he discusses the difference between the Sexuality of Life and the Sexuality of Death. In his next podcast he will have the fourth in the series: Healing from the Sexuality of Death.
Dr. Bing Wall is a therapist specializing in marriage and relationships and issues facing single adults with a practice in Ames and Urbandale, Iowa. To set up a time to see Dr. Wall click here or call 888-233-8473. For more information about Dr. Wall click here.