no sex, please, we're bostonians

yesterday i picked up a local rag: "the sex issue." i wasn't expecting much, i mean, the thing is free in newsboxes all over, ya know?

they had anonymous profiles of 8 people, all in their late 20s. 6 hetero's, 2 homosexual men, (why no lesbian?) some single, some dating, some married. i know enough to take any kind of sexual self-reporting with a bag of salt, but the only two who copped to wanting more sex than they currently get was the married guy and the promiscuous gay. (by promiscuous i offer that he admitted to having had 50 sexual partners in his lifetime. we all know what that makes me, right? lol.) puh-leeze.

those with partners had sex about once a week, and all claimed that was the goldilocks "just right" amount. c'mon.

other than the one slutty gay, nobody admitted bedding more than 7 sex partners. nobody had had a 3-some. *wildest* sex fantasies amounted to fucking outside or being watched. yawn.

conclusion? either i am an insane debauched nymphomaniac who happens to be owned by a ravenous psycho sex fiend, OR, the entire lame-ass article was written by just one very unimaginative prude.