Sex at the end of the world
The Daily Caller has an article about people meeting on Craigslist to have sex before the end of the world tomorrow. No experience necessary:
If you have a heart and live in the Chicago area, please, for the love of God, help this 19-year-old virgin out. The subject of his ad gets right down to it, “don’t want to die a virgin on 12/21/12.” His ad is admirably straightforward, and he has a very liberal age range: “so the apocalypse is coming up, and I figure it’s as good a time as any for me to finally lose it. young, fit, college boy, seeking someone my age to 35, serious inquiries only!”
This isn’t a novel approach. Andrew Marvell was just as direct.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s winged chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long preserv’d virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust.
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none I think do there embrace.
Ladies, that was the 17th Century, so consider that before yielding to,
Now let us sport us while we may;
And now, like am’rous birds of prey,
Or this less poetic request.
“Friday is the end of the world, and it might as well end with me spanking you.”