Horny Boys Just Wanna Have Fun

I stumbled upon a video of Paul Thomas Anderson talking about his inspiration for his debut film, Boogie Nights. In this video, he spoke about obsessively watching porno not only as a horny young boy, but also as a filmmaker. Maybe it’s because I have never been a horny boy, but there has always been something so interesting about the horniness of the opposite sex. I’ve had this fascination for the longest time. At points, I’ve found it to be an attractive quality but I think it’s mostly because I am intrigued by what guys get turned on by, which is some of the weirdest stuff. I’ve asked crushes, exes and close friends about what goes through the male mind when they are horny. To my disappointment, most are unable to articulate their desires in a coherent fashion, but if I’m being fair, I don’t think I could put what turns me on into words, either. I’ve tried but it just comes out sounding rather juvenile.

I think it’s because I view men’s desires in a carnal way. As an outsider, it seems less connected to emotion and more animalistic, as if evolution formed men to think less about everything else connected with sex and more about spreading their seed far and wide to repopulate Earth. This could just be my opinions formed by sexist attitudes and stereotypes perpetuated since the beginning of time but there really is no other frame of reference I can draw from. I’m sure men have similar opinions about women and how they view sex in a more emotional way.

Animalistic lust is simplistic but sometimes I think you just need that. No emotion, no complication, just two people who are hot for one another, pawing each other in a sweaty, erotic tango. Two bodies connecting with one another because biology is dictating they are desirable partners. There doesn’t need to be any rhyme or reason to it—just a light that goes off in someone’s brain that says, “This person has attractive traits that my genitals are reacting to”.

If I were to reach further into the recesses of my mind, I know I’ve had animalistic lust in the past.. I gaze a little longer at the bit of chest hair poking through a man’s shirt and wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through it or what it would look like staring straight into a man’s beautiful eyes as he’s plowing me or gawk at his hands and wonder what his grip would be like around my tits. There’s no other thought process to it other than , “This guy is hot and I would totally fuck him”.

I guess if sex were more simple there wouldn’t be so many advice columns devoted to the subject matter or an entire sub Reddit dedicated to people asking if they are the asshole for sticking something up their partner’s ass without permission.