Freud developed several well-known theories of the human psyche (penis envy among them) in the 1920s and 30s that remain quite relevant today. Assuming for a second that we, the parent types, strive to raise our children from the highest part of our psyches (the super-ego), might our occasional lack of passion in the sack be tied to our tendency to rightly ignore the id?
An example: Your sick child throws up on you. You don’t yell out “Hey sis, what’s UP with the barf?” although you may want to. You don’t smack her and scold her (if you do, you’ll end up on Parents Behaving Badly and no one wants that). You give her hugs, clean her off, and sing her a sweet song. You do the laundry. Finally bedtime rolls around and you, in all of your smelly sexiness, crawl into bed exhausted.
Does this seem like a scenario likely to render the bedroom a den of passionate iniquity?
If your bedroom is anything like mine, it’s more likely to be the repository for stacks of unfolded laundry with drawers brimming with dusty sex toys, than a fantasy boudoir.
And perhaps that’s the problem. Maybe we need to check our super-egos at the door and let our ids run buck wild.
I plan to do this… as soon as I fold the laundry.
Hot times, my friends. Hot. Times.