Does your sex change with the seasons?
This photograph alone is sex to me. One of the many orgasms of autumn. But that’s not the main subject of this article…. necessarily.
As the seasons change, we shift in partaking in the specific social and cultural customs that we have correlated with each. Though large groups of people share the same types of seasonal activities, there’s, of course, no one universal standard as there are many.
Though I tend to find most of the following traditions to be quite annoying, I immediately associate today’s stereotypically White, Anglo-Saxon customs of apple-picking, camping (glamping), light hiking, New England retreating, and pumpkin spice latté drinking with autumn. Admittedly, I am a continued perpetrator of the latter two.
But recently, while snuggled up in a café with my cashmere sweater on, in the rabbit hole of my own mind, staring into the abyss as people walked by, I thought, “Does sex change with the seasons?” I then realized, mine actually does.
Compared to summer, my sex in the fall and winter tend to not be as kinky or “high-movement” if that makes sense. I would say the theater of it all isn’t really present. The box office isn’t budgeting a lot in advertisements for the fall performances. I hope you enjoy that analogy as much as I do.
There must be some biological reasoning for this. A hibernation-type instinct…. even though I’m pretty sure our species and line of human lineage have never partaken in hibernation. I just double-checked; we have never hibernated, nor is hibernation solely during the winter for animals that do hibernate. The more you know.
Maybe it’s an instinct to conserve energy and preserve heat during the colder months. I don’t want to say I’m less sexually “creative” during these months. It’s not like I’m just lying there. It’s just more of an internal stimulative experience rather than overtly visual and external. An inclination to bring the passion and intimacy inward.
But then again, I’ve had some of my wildest, primal sexual experiences during sweater weather. I believe it has mainly stemmed from the need to recharge energetically during the slow-down part of the year.
I’m Queer both in sexual orientation and gender. I asked my Straight, Cisgender friend whether she thought her sex changes with the seasons, and she agreed. She actually really resonated with the idea of needing more movement and stimulation during the autumn and winter, stating that she tends to have more sex during those seasons compared to the spring and summer; with and before the monogamous partner she currently has.
I also asked my Bisexual, Cisgender friend his thoughts, and he said he doesn’t notice a personal change due to the seasons. He said his daily routine is much more likely to affect his sex life than more macro shifts like the changing of seasons.
I guess it also depends on the environment too. I live in New York state where the seasons are distinct (unless climate change continues to blur them), whereas I’m sure many people that live in the hotbed of Arizona may not be fucking at full force as much, or hold a seasonal difference in their sexual behavior.
So for me, I would say my sex for the most part matches how we think of the change of seasons. The slow down starting with fall, the stagnation of winter, the awakening of spring, and the full kinetic energy of summer. But even as I write this in the middle of November, I start to crave some more intense sex. Maybe it’s just because I have the topic in focus.
But as a whole, our sexual desires, those who experience them, are probably much more individually-centered over seasonal. Now, coming to a close, it then dawns on me to Google this overarching question. After seeing the science behind it, I’m starting to question my own sexual self-analysis.
What are your thoughts? If you want, ask this question to yourself before reading the above link, then leave a comment on your comparison.
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