“Remedies for sexual activity” read a recent email subject heading. Surely someone was selling Viagra or another remedy for a real or imagined sexual disorder or dysfunction, but the syntactical impairment had me laughing. Hmm, sexual activity itself linguistically rendered as a malady.
Within the miseries of romantic love, the initial requiting of sexual longing can run afoul of fantasy, or so I’ve heard, consequently turning sexual activity into an overworked and/or under-satisfied body governed by a consciousness that lingers in a void of unfulfilled desires cum ambitions.
I don’t believe it, that sexual fantasy is better than actual sex, having experienced lovemaking with one and another man that exceeded my fantasies preceding our first time together. (I also have tolerated literally nauseating disappointments.) Nonetheless, the displeasure of sexual underachievement in a culture whose forceful marketplaces sell sexual achievement as a kind of good and as a kind of both essential and luxury goods might mean that the subject heading “Remedies for sexual activity” is both syntactically and conceptually correct.