Making Love in Weho—Good or Bad?

Sure, there will always be the debate—Which came first, the chicken or the egg?, but now I would like to throw this one out there: Which is worse, bad sex or no sex at all?  

I have talked about this many a night with my boys over bottles of Layer Cake on Larrabee, but I know I need to see what the rest of Weho thinks.

My "investigative reporting"  led me to the free samples/demos counter at . With Daniel serving up delicacies, I ask his opinion, all while I'm stuffing my face.

"Bad sex is worse than no sex" he says very adamantly.

Just then a fellow co-worker, straight and 30, who has been married for seven years, chimes in—"No sex is worse. I don't care if I'm dead tired, I'll take it."

On that note, I feel that I have to venture out more, especially since I've had my quota of demos for the time being. 

Fast forward to last Saturday night. My gay husband Joe B (I call him that in an affectionate and in a non-sexual way) wants to go for drinks and dancing. I'm in and suggest  since I've never been. I walk by it all the time and know the history of the building as it used to be Dr. Dre's office and recording studio a few years back.  

After paying the modest cover of $5, which includes a shot by a scantly dressed cutie pie at the door, then tipping the dancer on the bar, who is probably a struggling  student who needs books and ordering a couple real drinks, I'm now ready to get to work. I leave Joe B. on the dance floor. The music is great. He's happy. No worries.

I spot a handsome couple of gents snuggling at a table. I introduce myself and get right to the point and ask them which is worse—bad sex or no sex? They both look at each other. Mind you, they have been married for six years and say in in-sync with a smile, "bad sex."

While getting my groove on the dance floor, I spot to two ladies cozied up in the corner, who have been a couple for over two years. I ask and get "Bad sex is worse."

Later on, standing in line for the "unisex" bathroom, I start up a chat with the lovely "Lady K," who is performing at the club later. 

"Oh honey," she says with sassiness and hand on her hip, "Bad sex is so much worse. I would rather have none!" 

By now, I am getting tired. I look around for Joe, who is chatting some hottie up.This had me wondering if I was going to get a ride home tonight.

By now I've gotten 50/50 on the question.  Just then, I run into "Miss Tabitha  N," all dolled up, looking for trouble, who gives me an answer I haven't heard all night—"Sex is sex."

So on that note, I'm going to come to you the readers, because I want to hear from you.

Just about anyone can get some "slap and tickle," whether good, bad or free. Perhaps you held out for that special someone, and when it finally happened you were absolutely utterly disappointed. Maybe you and your lover have lost that spark, yet still love each other and are just going through the motions. 

We've all been there, so which is worse—bad sex or no sex?