Love in a Covid Climate
A blog featuring tales of love and sex in a covid climate. Link to blog page: https://loveincovidclimate.wixsite.com/loveincovidclimate
I think one thing we can all agree on is what a mess this year has been and continues to be; we truly have got ourselves into a sticky situation. But recessions, fear, death, and face masks aside, I’m here to talk about the sticky situations that most of us have not been getting ourselves into. Love and sex for most, at least one if not both, are crucial (and delicious) ingredients to living the early-to-mid 20-year-old lifestyle. And yet in this gloriously bizarre and borderline apocalyptic year that is 2020, myself and my contemporaries have seen a first perhaps ever in history. Sex between two consenting adults has been prohibited, illegal even, and love has been more f*cked up than Trump’s America.
Instead of entertaining myself with arguably one of the most natural behaviours two adults can engage in, I have found myself dreaming of Daniel Craig, watching Normal People on repeat, and drinking. A lot. Instead of locking eyes with the tall handsome stranger across the bar, I’ve had to make do with eyeing strangers in the local supermarket or on the train (those rare and exciting times I did venture onto public transport), and all the while accepting the risk that if that mask was pulled down, crooked yellow teeth or a pervert esq goatee might await you.
Instead of romance and excitement there’s been an influx of late-night messages, or more telling ‘snapchats’, from past lovers and fancies trying their luck with the classic ‘wuu2?’. Not a lot Henry, it’s 2 am and we’re all under house arrest. Instead of coy propositions of a first date, maybe a little pizza and vino at pizza express, there’s been desperate pleas to meet up in some random field in the middle of God knows nowhere. No thank you Michael I will not be driving to a deserted, hidden away, grassy ditch with your randy ass.
But I must be fair and admit that these propositions have not always been one way, and I too have found myself like many others pushed to the edges of desperation. From break ups to nuevo dating and always yearning loins, this blog will document the love (and sex) experienced and lost in a Covid climate.