It seems that a wild orgy has erupted in the streets of New York. Since you can be vaccinated against covid there on every street corner, the percentage of those vaccinated is increasing rapidly, especially among the horny generation (25-35 years), about 50 percent of whom have already been vaccinated at least once. And in combination with the lifting of all restrictions, that fact is the starting signal for the ‘slutty summer’ of 2021, according to the New York Post.
‘Waxed, vaxxed and ready for action‘, with that battle cry on the front facade, all-vaccinated & young New York is breaking out of the virtual lockdown courtship and is hunting fresh, real human flesh on the streets and in the nightlife. The media is already talking about the ‘hot vaxed summer‘ and the ‘whoring twenties‘, and as a manager in the hospitality industry you seem to have to sweep the copulating couples out of the toilets every ten minutes. Comparisons are drawn with the roaring twenties of the last century, when the end of the First World War and the Spanish flu were tackled in a similarly riotous style. Mayoral Candidate Andrew Yang predicts a ‘Summer of Love’.
It sounds very nice, I must say. And it seems to be part of it too, such a sexual discharge after a catastrophic event like the corona pandemic. To replenish the human stock a bit, of course, but also to just have a carefree fuck with a random human being of flesh and blood, instead of vegetating in a bubble with someone you haven’t liked since the first lockdown. gets up. Or with your left hand.
I’ll be curious when the slutty summer kicks off in our village. I do notice that people in small groups already secretly huddle together for a dinner or a nice walk in the woods. And here and there careful plans are made for a cozy barbecue when everyone has been vaccinated, or to watch a European Championship match as usual with a large group. I also notice that the last stretch is hard for many friends, now that everyone in sight of the finish feels extra hard how badly and how long we have missed each other. While all this time, sometimes more than a year, we have been less than three miles apart. It’s like coming out of hibernation and blinking together against the light.
But for the time being, we are still waiting for the first neighbor/colleague/girlfriend/complete unknown who tries to lure my now vaccinated body into the ladies’ toilet to celebrate the end of the crisis together happily and safely copulating. I suspect they think I’m too old. Or too ugly. Or I don’t know where the party is again. Well. It just makes fun of it. And it doesn’t get any better than my own sex bubble.
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