Think about it…

In my Intro to Psychology class, we were discussing the ethics of scientific research. My professor asked this great question:

• Where is the line between learning more about our psychology (and any science, really) and harming those in our study?
  
   Its ironic that I've also been watching the show Masters of Sex, the true story of the doctors that began a practice studying the science behind sex, along with the psychology of the person and their methods of mating.
  This weeks episode was all about Sexual Dysfunction, and the current  participants in the study are a man and a woman who are both suffering from a sexual dysfunction that is so obviously linked to their psychological states. Both are nervous, introverted human beings who haven't had the best luck with congenital sex. Everyone has that one classmate that you secretly predict might stay a virgin forever. For a time, I though that'd be me.
  
  It was eye opening to learn how much our minds influence our abilities to have sex. I myself have always noticed this, as I hadn't become sexually active until my senior year of high school, later then most of my classmates and friends. Looking back, I think I could have waiting longer. I wasn't in love, the boy wasn't even my boyfriend. I feel under the peer pressure of my hormones- something I think wouldn't have been a struggle living in a different time, in a different society.
  
  There was something holding me back, a lack of affirmation from a special someone- which was what I needed to feel comfortable. Comfortability is CRUCIAL.
  
  I see now what a big mystery sex can be. For anyone, including those whom sex comes easy to. That never felt like me. I never got the sex I wanted unless I played the game the players play, and even then- was it really what I, eye, wanted?
  
  
  Play the game the players play 
  Have the sex and call it a day. 
  
  First the date starts the game 
  once the clothes are off, you've made it half way 
  
  consent is crucial, consent is good 
  no one must condone forced sex, no one should. 
  
  so make sure your ready, your partner too 
  to do that things birds and bees also do. 
  
  A poem for consent, consent is imperative for the brain. Without consent it means they'll be someone to blame. Sex shouldn't be a blame game, it should be a beautiful dance of the bodies. A two person dance that awakens the soul. After all, whats sex real goal? To bring another being into the world. A little boy or girl.