When I came back from the holidays, I had an entertaining conversation with an internship student from this house. She spoke to me a lot and very well about her roommates, university students, in their twenties. Generation Z. “When one of us hears the little noise of the Satisfyer coming from one of the rooms, she already knows that she can't go in there until she stops hearing it,” she said, her eyes shining.
“The little noise from the Satisfyer?” I asked, looking away from my computer because there have been few interesting moments this week outside of the Tower of Babel of Congress, and I suspected this was going to be one. "Yes, yes," she specified. The buzz that the device makes when you use it is very characteristic, you recognize it right away and you don't enter the room”.
That is to say that, if necessary, in that cool student apartment, a kind of unwritten code of coexistence is activated that has a manual for female self-satisfaction incorporated. How brave, these girls. It is clear that the 'zetas' are not afraid to talk about their pleasure or their sexual needs.
I joked that this type of intimate situation of the “Satisfyer moment” style would give material for a 'feminist' speech. “If Irene Montero finds out, she sends you a cake for your birthday, hahaha. Why do we need men!"
I must confess that as the conversation with the young journalist colleague progressed, yours truly felt more and more like an Ötzi mummy. Because, I don't quite know how, we went from the little sexual toy to the rampant trend towards bisexuality among girls that several studies have confirmed this June. One, local, from the Barcelona City Council, and another international. The latter was published in 'The Journal of Sex Research' and reveals that 9.3% of the population declares itself openly bisexual, three times more than thirty years ago. This sociological phenomenon occurs above all among women, specifically in the ages ranging from 14 to 25 years.
"Well of course! Look, almost all of my friends are bisexual."
The naturalness with which this university student explained it to my perplexity seemed stupendous, almost pedagogical. Now the sex does not matter, "the person" matters, be it a man or a woman. "You inquire, you experiment," she settled. There is emotional connection, physical attraction... This, in liquid times, is called fluid sexuality.
I recognize that those of us who are old-fashioned, the heteronormative, those of "meat or fish", have a little trouble understanding so much paradigm shift in sexual-affective relationships and in the aesthetics of desire. As I confessed to my interlocutor who, she knew, replied that perhaps the mistake of my generation is that we believe that to know where the world is going we look at our parents instead of our daughters. And we live in poverty.
