Last week, full-time sex symbol (and part-time ) Lenny Kravitz pricked our ears when for some time. It’s worth noting that in the 1990s, the absolutely relentless sexpot was married to fellow hot Lisa Bonet, a woman whose factory setting is smolder. Nowadays, however, Lenny intends on keeping his neatly folded away, working on his personal growth until he finds the right woman.
We’re all a little shaken that one of the world’s sexiest men is deciding not to have sex. (And ) It’s fine, but also a bit . None of us is quite sure where to put our feelings.
You don’t need me to tell you Lenny Kravitz is an autonomous man and can do whatever he bloody well likes, but I’m trying to unpack why someone’s decision not to have sex feels so alarming, so surprising, so wildly off the beaten track. Are we, as humans, not creatures of sex? Isn’t it integral to our species, to all life on earth? Isn’t it one of life’s greatest pleasures? Isn’t it the root of pleasure itself? I don’t want to be crass and say everything’s about sex, but isn’t everything about sex? Doesn’t sex penetrate all aspects of adult culture? Doesn’t our hyper-sexed media saturate us in open sensuality, in sexual possibility? As we all consider the line between sexual prowess and sexual promiscuity, doesn’t sex ultimately sell? And what else do we really want to buy? Long before we get anywhere near the obvious sexuality of pornography and OnlyFans-dom, our feeds are steeped in near-sex,.