Post-Apocalyptic Sex

I thought this month I’d chat about Post-Apocalyptic Sex. First, because I think seeing the word Sex in the title is fun and secondly because this is, after all, a blog that celebrates smut :-)

The apocalypse has happened, whether it was zombies or vampires or aliens (or my fave, Mother Nature being a bitch). The world is in ruins. Every day is a battle for survival in this strange new environment. Maybe that’s a case of hunting down the remnants of the shambling dead or defending your territory against marauding bands of insane sadists (thinking Mad Max here). Whatever the scenario, one thing is for sure. Adrenaline levels are going to be high and smoking. Sex and danger are perfect (if crazy) bedfellows and human nature being what it is it won’t be long before we’re all getting down and dirty.

But here, you see, is where my practical side kicks in. Sure, for the first few months (if we’re lucky) we’ll be able to get our hands on condoms and maybe other forms of contraceptives. But what happens when the supplies run out or dates expire?

Goat intestines, anyone?

Maybe the human race is teetering on the edge of extinction. Nurturing the next generation is going to be a huge, rewarding and, let’s face it, terrifying challenge. But who really wants to give birth every year? More to the point why the hell should we?

So along with getting fit, priming our weapons and learning how to hunt and purify water, I think we should also learn about the magic of plants, herbs and the phases of the moon. Knowledge is power and post-apocalyptic kick arse women should be in control of their reproductive cycles, not the other way around.

I’m tackling this challenge by re-reading Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M Auel. There are lots of passages devoted to herbal medicines although unfortunately I don’t have a clue what plants she’s talking about – but I guess I have to start somewhere!