Well I suppose I can see the connection. It's a common misconception: that public sex of any variety most be 'faceless, nameless.' A great deal of it is. Some of it isn't. STEAM exists with the stated goal of praising sex, of all sorts. We even praise the societally-sanctioned sort of sex, i.e., between husband and wife, in a private, darkened bedroom, in the missionary position. (Personally, I wouldn't want to try it ... but hey, I like to keep an open mind.) The grim reality, which yen may not be thinking about, is that anything outside those parameters is illegal somewhere in these free United States, and frowned upon by a significant percentage of our fellow-citizens. So it's the variations that we support most vociferously. The more society tries to repress a sexual urge, the more we feel the need to talk about it, to encourage it, to give it its moment in the sun. You say you prefer to have your sex in a leisurely manner, in comfortable surroundings; I say, That Is Your Right.

You deserve to have sex, in whatever configuration you wish, wherever and whenever you wish, without the authorities or nosy neighbors or criminal elements giving you problems. If you want to have sex at noon in the bushes of Riverside Park-hey, it's a public park, paid for with your tax dollars; why shouldn't you be able to use it as you wish? Some people claim to be offended by the sight of men having sex; tough shit. I'm personally extreme~ offended by the sight of Salvation Army hustlers ringing their bells on every street corner in December, but that doesn't mean I'm on a crusade to banish them. Street corners are public property.

My point here (which you may feel has been obscured, rather than illuminated, by this exposition) is that we're not limited to 'faceless, name~less' encounters. I have had many such encounters in my life; some of them rank among my most cherished memories. Many other episodes that began in the woods continued in a bedroom, or a bathhouse, or somewhere else, and some eventually became long-term, emotional, romantic involvements. I will never say a word against romance; it has provided me with the sweetest moments of my life. But some of those romances would never have happened if I hadn't tucked with an initially-nameless stranger in the woods. Sleaze and romance aren't mutually exclusive. They're complementary. Doe without the other does not a complete life make. In the darkest recesses of my libido there is both a lover and a faceless stranger. To one, I tenderly make love; by the other, I am brutally raped. Which one gets me more excited? I'll never tell.