Sexual education

It's strange how my fingers start itch for blogging as soon as I enter Japan. Or maybe it's just thanks to my dear japanese friends who give me so much to think about. Like last saturday, when I happened to hanging out with them and they start one of the most ...umm... educating conversation about sexual interests.

I mean, I've heard that japanese can be quite uninhibited when it comes to various methods of sexual fun, and I'm no blushing virgin myself (though I've been known both to claim that and blush from time to time), but still - what CAN you say when someone tells quite nonchalantly that he wouldn't want to eat shit. Or when after that someone tells about a friend who was afraid of not being able to work in the sex industry because of the same problem - not wanting to eat excrements.

Right. I confess having been both tired and a bit drunk, and besides they don't teach us that kind of vocab in the university (wonder why?), but even had my head been clear enough to take part to the conversation, what can you say? "Don't wan't to eat shit? Not that I was going to suggest it, no, but now that you mention it..." And all this discussed in a manner not unlike the one one uses when talking about, say, weather. "I really don't like the cold weather around this time of year."

The whole experience was somewhat surreal.

Another thing I've gotten to hear about in detail lately is what the japanese call rori-kon, which is of course Lolita Complex. You know, liking cute little girls. I can understand liking cute little girls, but after the sentence continued with "you know, especially from 12 to 14 year olds" I have to confess calling the police flashed through my mind. Well, not that they would care here. But still, geez, 12?? Girls older than 16 seem to be "too adult". And this is just something that completely eludes me. From what I see it's somewhat similar to the rich girls having a chihuahua in their handbag. Soooooo cute, so nice to pet and take care of, and so ... useless. I admit I have something of a opposite of rori-kon, rori-kirai. It's a mixture of envy, wonder and irritation.

Envy - because who wouldn't want to be cute and small and have eyes the size of a saucer. Not to mention that all the adult men in this damn country would be drooling after you, and sometimes that's exactly what a girl needs to boost her self-confidence.

Wonder - because I just can't understand how someone can manage to look so damn helpless and weak, and yet survive the cold world out there. And how do they ever manage to keep walking the way they do without inflicting some terminal damage to every bone in their stick-like legs.

And last but not in any way least, irritation - because somehow they manage to get on my nerves, especially when I hear my otherwise rational-seeming friends are into that cutesy and helpless species of stickfigures. Because I know I can never become one of them, not if you'd put me on a diet and dressed me up in pink (you'd only get a starved and pissed-off me in pink clothes, which is far away from cute and sweet. That would be closer to lethal). So, there are times when I'd just want to strangle everyone of them I see. I've managed to restrain myself up to this moment, but I won't make any promises about the future.

I'm not saying the night wasn't fun, because it was. It was, as I said, an educating experience...