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Sex and the Olympic city

Tomorrow night thousands of young men and women with the most fit, toned bodies in the world will mingle for the last time before they fly home. What might they get up to?

~ Matthew Syed

I am often asked if the Olympic village - the vast restaurant and housing conglomeration that hosts the world's top athletes for the duration of the Games - is the sex-fest it is cracked up to be. My answer is always the same: too right it is. I played my first Games in Barcelona in 1992 and got laid more often in those two and a half weeks than in the rest of my life up to that point. That is to say twice, which may not sound a lot, but for a 21-year-old undergraduate with crooked teeth, it was a minor miracle.

Barcelona was, for many of us Olympic virgins, as much about sex as it was about sport. There were the gorgeous hostesses - there to assist the athletes - in their bright yellow shirts and black skirts; there were the indigenous lovelies who came to watch the competitions. And then there were the female athletes - literally thousands of them - strutting, shimmying, sashaying and jogging around the village, clad in Lycra and exposing yard upon yard of shiny, toned, rippling and unimaginably exotic flesh. Women from all the countries of the world: muscular, virile, athletic and oozing oestrogen. I spent so much time in a state of lust that I could have passed out. Indeed, for all I knew I did pass out - in a place like that how was one to tell the difference between dreamland and reality?

It was not just the guys. The women, too, seemed in thrall to their hormones, throwing around daring glances and dynamite smiles like confetti. No meal or coffee break was complete without a breathless conversation with a lithe long jumper from Cuba or an Amazonian badminton player from Sweden, the mutual longing so evident it was almost comical. It was an effort of will to keep everything in check until competition had finished. But, once we were eliminated from our respective competitions, we lunged at each other like suicidal fencers. There may have been a fair amount of gay sex going on, too - but given the notorious homophobia in sport it was rather more covert.

This sex fest was not limited to Barcelona: the same thing happened in Sydney in 2000, my second Olympics as an athlete, and is happening right here in Beijing, where this time I'm a commentator. I spoke to an Aussie table tennis player this week to check out the village vibe and he launched into the breathless patter common to any Olympic debutant: “It is unbelievable in there; everyone is totally crazy once they are out of their competitions. God knows what it is going to be like this weekend. It is like a world within a world.” A British runner (anonymous again: athletes are not supposed to talk to journalists unaccompanied by a PR type, least of all about sex) said: “The swimmers finished earlier in the week and it was like there was an eruption.”

Ah yes, the swimmers. For some reason the International Olympic Committee insists on bunching the swimming events towards the beginning of the Games with the inevitable consequence that the aquatics folk get going earlier - sexually I mean - than everyone else. So much so that, at the outset of the Sydney Olympics, Jonathan Edwards, a Christian and triple jumper extraordinaire, caused a ripple by telling them publicly to keep a lid on it. Edwards was simply concerned about getting woken up by creaking floorboards, but given his biblical credentials, it became a story about morality. Not that his intervention made a blind bit of difference. There is a famous story from Seoul in 1988 that there were so many used condoms on the roof terrace of the British team's residential block the night after the swimming concluded that the British Olympic Association sent out an edict banning outdoor sex. Here in Beijing, organisers have realised that such prohibitions are about as useful as banning breathing and have, instead, handed out thousands of free condoms to the athletes. If you can't stop 'em, at least make it safe.

Which all begs a question, or possibly many questions. First, and most importantly, how can one get access to the village? The bad news is that you can't, unless, of course, you happen to be an athlete with the relevant accreditation. But secondly, where does this furnace of sexual energy come from? Or, to put it another way, why do sportsmen and women have such explosive libidos? I am not implying, for one moment, that every athlete in Beijing is at it. Just that 99 per cent of them are.

Before we get to that, however, it is worth noting an intriguing dichotomy between the sexes in respect of all this coupling. The chaps who win gold medals - even those as geeky as Michael Phelps - are the principal objects of desire for many female athletes. There is something about sporting success that makes a certain type of woman go crazy - smiling, flirting and sometimes even grabbing at the chaps who have done the business in the pool or on the track. An Olympic gold medal is not merely a route to fame and fortune; it is also a surefire ticket to writhe.

But - and this is the thing - success does not work both ways. Gold-medal winning female athletes are not looked upon by male athletes with any more desire than those who flunked out in the first round. It is sometimes even considered a defect, as if there is something downright unfeminine about all that striving, fist pumping and incontinent sweating. Sport, in this respect, is a reflection of wider society, where male success is a universal desirable whereas female success is sexually ambiguous. I do not condone this phenomenon, merely note it. Not all athletes are finely tuned specimens of perfect physical health, of course. A fair number are smokers, not prepared to give up despite the nagging of coaches and physiologists. At Barcelona, there was an area where the puffers would congregate near the transport mall. At the table tennis events in Beijing, a male player from Serbia and another from Greece have often been out catching a drag during breaks in play.

But let us get back to all the sex going down in the village. One possible explanation centres on the fact that Olympic athletes have to display an unnatural (and, it has to be said, wholly unhealthy) level of self-discipline in the build-up to big competitions. How else is this going to manifest itself than with a volcanic release of pent-up hedonism? It is a common sight to see recently knocked-out athletes gorging on Magnums and McDonald's, swilling alcohol and, of course, shagging like crazy. Sometimes all three at the same time. Yet this can be only a part of the explanation because most of the athletes I know are as up for it before and during competition as they are in the immediate aftermath. It is as if sportsmen and women have a higher base level of sexual energy. But why? Can it be that one of the underlying drivers of sporting greatness is also the very thing that produces an overactive sex drive?

If so, you can bet your Olympic accreditation that testosterone is implicated. Testosterone is the hormone responsible for many of the differences between the sexes and is also a key physiological driver of aggression, competitiveness and virility. This is particularly so with regard to women. The dual effect of testosterone on female sporting performance and sexuality was demonstrated - somewhat sinisterly - during the state-sponsored doping programme in East Germany. An average teenage girl produces around half a milligram of testosterone per day. In the mid-1980s German female athletes were doped with around 30 milligrams of androgenic steroids per day. The effect on sporting performance was breathtaking - East German women dominated the world in swimming and athletics - but it also produced libidos (according to the testimony of the athletes themselves) that spiraled out of control.

This is not to say that the athletes in the village are all on steroids, or that elevated levels of testosterone inevitably lead to lots of sex. It is merely to say that, at a population level, higher naturally occurring levels of testosterone in both genders would provide a powerful explanation for the combination of sporting prowess and sexual potency.

I also think it is significant that, for most athletes, the village is thousands of miles from home. The old “what goes on tour stays on tour” mantra is still alive and kicking, not just in sport but beyond. There is something deepseated in humanity that leads us to play by different rules whenever we leave town, a phenomenon that has caused instances of terrible inhumanity. When it comes to sex, it simply means that those in relationships no longer recognise, or at least ignore, the boundaries of fidelity and honesty that underpin human monogamy. Philosophers call it moral relativism; the rest of us call it hypocrisy.

There is also a Darwinian component to this. Scientists have measured, for example, how male fertility varies with distance from one's habitual partner. And guess what? According to a report in the journal Personality and Individual Differences, a man's sperm count doubles when he spends a lot of time on the road - up from 389 million sperm per ejaculate to 712 million. Which, I am sure you will agree, is a lot of extra sperm.

I suggest that it is the coming together (if you will forgive the expression) of these factors that creates such an explosive sexual cocktail within the security-controlled perimeter of the Olympic village. Not that this is a bad thing. I have always regarded sexual promiscuity - for a single person at least - as a basic human right, even if it is no panacea for happiness or, indeed, anything else. Of course, many athletes will abstain, others may even disapprove. Only one thing is certain: they will never again enter a place quite like the Olympic village. Not, at least, until London 2012.
Nothing much occurred this week. It's either at school studying, doing my art, or watching olympics.

Speaking of which, what's with the fetish over ping-pong these past few days? =.=

Anyways, I'm so not gonna miss out Tom Daley tmr night in the 10m Diving Singles. Rock on dude!
An interesting tidbit, especially with the orals and so on...

Breathing in through your nose and breathing out through your nose will help you calm your nerves and reduce nervousness.
Breathing in through your nose and breathing out through your mouth will help you release your anger.
Breathing in through your mouth and breathing out through your nose will help you activate your brain.
Breathing in through your mouth and breathing out through your mouth will help you ease your pain.
Leo showed us an interesting video this morning; something about the Catholic-Protestant Conflict.



Anyways, Orals today was okay I guess...no hard words for reading, pretty much described the picture thoroughly and conversed well in the conversation, with the same question as the one I was tested for in Prelim 1.

Describe your participation in a competition.
Why do children play computer?

And yes, SPERMS ARE SACRED!!!
Beijing provides 100,000 condoms to athletes

The trend of distributing condoms started at the Barcelona Olympics, and it continued in Sydney and Athens, and now Beijing is doing it. The country has distributed more than 100,000 condoms to athletes.
Barcelona distributed free condoms to participating athletes in 1992 to raise HIV/AIDS awareness. At the Sydney Olympics, officials also distributed about 70,000 condoms, but ran out and had to order 20,000 more condoms.

The Foundation for AIDS Research, amfAR, distributed 100,000 condoms at the Salt Lake City Winter Olympics in 2002, but originally they had planned to distribute 250,000 condoms. After religious groups in Utah protested, organizers had to scale back and distribute fewer condoms.

At Athens Olympics in 2004, about 130,000 condoms were distributed.

Beijing wants to do the same for the more than 10,500 athletes that are participating in the Olympics. UNAIDS, the Beijing organizing committee BOCOG and International Olympics Committee (IOC) are supplying 100,000 condoms as part of a campaign on HIV prevention and anti-discrimination.

Prostitution is not allowed in China, but organizers know they can’t prevent sexual activities within the Olympic village, so the least they can do is promote safe sex.

Ole Hansen, spokesman for UNAIDS China, told Reuters: "There are many young, strong, single people in the athletes' village and, like everywhere, some will fall in love or other things so we need to make condoms available…A lot of these young people are not married or in relationships so we want to make sure they have the information and tools to protect themselves if they have sexual encounters."

Hansen said condoms will be available at the medical centers and athletes’ centers. Since the athletes represent various religions, and some may be offended by providing condoms directly to them, organizers are providing two condoms discretely inside a brochure about HIV.

Athletes can take as many brochures as they like and give them to their friends or teammates, according to Hansen.


Lucky people... >.< I wonder if this happens in the Singapore Sports School... T.T What will Singapore do in the 2010 YOG? Free Condoms?

Ooh! I wonder if that 14 year old Tom Daley had (or is having) sex in Beijing.... >.>

Anyways, orals tmr......sianz....
Monday afternoon in Weng Keong's house... I think it's the only time I went out of my house during this four days weekend - been watching tv, slacking, sleeping, playing pokemon and stuff... mostly sleeping.

Anyways, I never thought of it before, but apparently this question randomly popped out in my head this afternoon after I left Weng's house. Thanks for the invite btw.

"Am I really lucky?"

Hasif approached me a few weeks ago stating his jealousy of how people our age (14 to 16), in the secondary school age group can turn out to be famous and popular to the public, not only to the country, but to the world especially those Disney Channel Stars like Selena Gomez, Miley Cyrus, Sprouse twins and so on. They're our age and they are having a shot at fame, while we are here studying our asses off in school.

I didn't really thought about it before, cuz I'm so bleh in those famous celebs and they're famous mostly due to lineage and heritage, but after seeing this young chap competiting in the beijiing olympics today, I wondered, "Will I ever have a shot at fame?"

Apparently, that chap from Great Britain is only 14 years old and he's competing in the Olympics Men 10m Platform Finals. One word: Wow! And the thing is, he hasn't even broken his voice yet. Yet he still has that muscular sexy and appealing body.

Before I dive (no pun intended) into another jealousy topic, I found out he's one of the youngest and best divers in Britain, diving since he was 7 and won the title as Youngest Sportsman in 2003 by BBC.

So, sports... is it another ticket to fame? Apparently he is famous, mostly because of his sexy appeals and accomplishments at such a young age.



Do you see my face at the library stating that? =.= Guess the thing I'm more jealous at is the sporting abilities, which is *ahem* *ahem* to me. Do you see any smart people being famous? What about those Presidents Scholars listed at the back of the hall? You hardly ever heard of them and they're smart. So does that mean intelligence doesn't lead to fame?



Do you hear me saying that people walking past me will say "Oh! It's MUSLI!" sarcastically?

NO!

Yah, and he DOES looks like Ernest... T.T Somehow, I heard from someone that there's two to three other people in the world who looks exactly like you...makes me wonder who looks like me...

Watch this space for further updates =3