We are all adults here, at least I hope so. As it happens stumbleupon.com rates my site as a porn site and yeah, it is a site for those who have gone beyond the stage of thinking sex to be a novelty. While I tend to avoid featuring pictures showing Wa-Was and Pee-pees I do like to talk about the intimate connections that happen between them and the stuff that can and does go wrong because of these intimate activities.

But I have noticed that adults have a tough time broaching this topic. Even friends tend to do the wink wink and nudge nudge and god forbid if they get to know that the couple they are currently interacting with had sex prior to meeting them. Obviously, I'm not suggesting we tell the world sundry – hey me just got lucky- but at least not act as if they did something as nasty as taking a dump. And one of the reasons why Indian men are so bad in bed, they don't talk about sex; they don't read about sex and worse still very few of them are good kissers forget about being awesome boners in bed.

Kissing a babe does not mean sucking her lips in nor does it mean slithering the tongue in and choking her. And for heaven sake don't grab the breast! Seriously, amorous Indian men are like octopuses, unable to keep their hands, tongues and limbs to themselves.

This is the reason why Indian men especially those who never did get to fuck before marriage need to go for some much need sex education and I don't mean getting some tips from a video featuring a skanky bleached blond fuck fried babe. I mean reading up books on sex. Books on sex? Guess what? Most of those books remain unsold. I asked a couple of bookstores in Bangalore about the sales of their sex books and was given the same answer by most- dismal sales.

Frankly speaking we need more 'adult Indian blogs' and not the porno kinds alone but ones where people discuss regular adult issues- stuff like Indian condoms being smaller in size than those available in the US since the average Indian penis are quite small or that few Indian women know their bodies pleasure spots or have never experienced orgasms. There is so much to be talked about but we remain silent, still held hostage with the fear of what society may think or by the awkward fear we have of our own burgeoning sexuality.

Seriously, kissing is far more intimate than sex and yet we prize the virginity. And whatever for if for all the wait all the woman gets is a partner who humps her, spills, slips off and drools on the pillow. Sex is a fun activity, a fuck fest that gives truth to all the clichés found in romantic novels for those warm sensual moments lost in the lover's arms.

Indians are having babies by the kilos but how many are actually good in bed? We need our own Kinsey, someone to talk about the chokeful of used condoms found in the gutters behind the call centers, affairs that housewives are having with their college going tenants, lesbians, gays, bisexuals, trans- sexual. We need to open up that Pandora's box and inhale the musky scents.

We need to loosen up, take sex a little less seriously, take ourselves a little less seriously and while having fun show our middle finger to society and yeah write more about the fun side of being sexually active or even those lengthy inactive sexual periods. We need to talk more about sex, babies ..okay cut out the babies but yeah sex and all its trappings.

BTW, if you aren't gonna buy a sex book read -40 Mistakes That Men Make In Bed- damn funny