One of my favorite songs, "Feel Good Drag" by Anberlin, is all about sexual temptation and to some extent, avoiding it altogether. It's hard to seriously analyze the lyrics while headbanging.
However, the song brings up a good point. As enticing as a porn model, stripper, or would-be mistress can be, they're almost always our greatest failure. Of course, I'm speaking on behalf of the guys out there, because I do not know much about women's sexual urges other than they exist and they are in another dimension entirely. That much I have gained from talking to female friends.
It's okay Crystal, go ahead and make a "Jonathan is a lady's man" joke--I could hear one coming as I wrote the above sentence.
Ahem, back on topic, I'm writing about this particular vice because I realized how entrapping a French film I was watching yesterday really was. In case you didn't know, French movies tend to show a lot more skin than most American movies. That's not why I always record them on TV when I find them, but it's something I've had to accept. The movie I was watching wasn't like most French movies, with a few scenes of artful sexuality and/or nudity. Naturally, the sex and nudity was present, but I wish there'd been less.
I should have been clued in early on when the main actress disrobed entirely and the camera angles didn't bother glorifying it the way French movies normally do. Like an hour and something later, came the first sex scene. I was surprised by how raunchy it was, but I shrugged it off as simply artistic license. Regardless of the smutty style the sex scenes were done in, I was prepared to sit through the rest of the movie so I could listen to their accents.
Four sex scenes later, each just as graphic and erotic as the first, I realized I was watching porn with a barely-there storyline. Like, it had just enough romance for me to imagine a French couple watching it together to turn the heat up on a cozy night. It was sweet, but not sweet enough for a guy to get all lovey-dovey. In my opinion, the movie intended to arouse and excite the males in the audience.
Although I liked how easily I understood their French, and I liked where the story line was going (once it got going), I decided today it wasn't worth watching any more of. My future girlfriend/wife does not deserve me looking at such things, and even if I am not obligated to her in any shape or form being that I've possibly never even met her, I am obligated to my God.
One of Jesus' most confusing lessons for me is the one about your hand causing you to sin. Jesus said, if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off because it's better to enter heaven maimed then as a sinner.
That's why I deleted it from my DVR without knowing how the story ended, or if the main character ever got pregnant from her cheating lover so her incapable husband would become the legal guardian to an illegitimate son. Oh well. It was just a feel good drag.
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