THE P.O.S.T.S.E.X.U.A.L.S.

Their Time Has Come.

The Associated Supreme Executive of (E)Xtremely Underaroused Abstainees from Love & Sex — “a.s.e.x.u.a.l.s.” for short — was convening. As usual, it was a dry affair.

Their genitals, shriveled from disuse and encased in martial, starched undies, sat contentedly in their trousers. No one could see them of course, but even if they could, they would have inspired no furtive glances, no ill conceived lascivious banter.

In fact, if they did discuss each others genitals, it would be with blasé detachment. There would be no special pride in one person’s genital being larger or more engorged than another’s or one person’s bottom or bosom being more shapely or voluptuous — besides in a clinical manner for practical reasons if they should arise of course.

One thing on the docket for discussion would be methods that the Supreme Executive — being representatives for all the post-sexuals, un-sexuals, anti-sexuals, & non-sexuals out there — could have even less intercourse. This was quite a challenge since none of them had had sexual relations in quite some time and indeed quite a few had never consummated the act of love ever before in their life. Of course they knew about all the various positions from their extensive pornography studies — which were de rigueur at University of course— but they had long ago declared that such degenerate, immoral, and unhygienic business was not for them.

Since having less sex was impossible, the discussion centered around ways to abstain from things which could be perceived as sex; compliments or pleasantries, eye contact, an unintended stare or glance, clothing which showed the curve of the body, an absent minded “hello” to a stranger or proximity to a person closer than the mandated 6 feet; anything which might be characterized as flirtatious or evil. Of course