Some broken things you can’t mend. Some you have to put together very slowly, piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.
Those of us who hold to a Judeo-Christian view of sexual ethics are invariably accused of being ‘prudes’ or 'anti-sex.’ Rejecting the Sexual Revolution and the host of new sexually transmitted diseases, incalculable amount of psychological physical pain, broken marriages, porn addictions, and aborted and dismembered 'love’ children that it brought with it, it seems, is the primary way to loudly declare yourself a cultural heretic.
Let me break it down. We, apparently, are the ones who are 'anti-sex’ because we elevate sex as an action of such significance that it should take place in a loving, committed context - marriage - one that is, incidentally, also the best context in which to raise children. We recognize that sex is an extraordinarily powerful human experience, one that we toy with or abuse at our peril. But the Sexual Revolutionaries insist that this is archaic and foolish. 'More sex,’ they say, 'more sex, all the time and with whomever you’d like.’
Someone should make these people take economics. Basic rule: If you commodify something, you cheapen it. We’ve put cash prices on intimate human experiences, and we’ve created an industry that amounts to nothing more than a trade in human flesh. I’m no anti-capitalist, but some things should not be bought and sold. But now that millions have been pimped out by the Sexual Revolution, we do just that. We treat sex like a game or a toy. And, like over-enthusiastic children, we’ve broken it.