I Want Your Sex

Gregg Araki

TAVI CHHAY

Over the past few years, everyone has suddenly become a pervert. There is a cultural fascination with perversion right now, and Gregg Araki’s “I Want Your Sex” is just the latest addition to that conversation.

As a lifelong pervert myself, I’ve never felt so free. But there is something more interesting happening here. This growing appreciation for the perverse has occurred alongside the rise of conservatism among Gen Z, and perhaps more interestingly, our generation’s growing disinterest in sex itself. Gen Z is having less sex, but that doesn’t necessarily mean we’ve become less interested in desire. If anything, we seem to be craving something more erotic, more perverse, more transgressive—something that exists outside of sex itself.

Contrary to what the title suggests, “I Want Your Sex” is a movie that, in fact, makes you not want sex. This is the most perverted, un-horny film experience I’ve ever had—never thought I’d say that, and, even more weirdly, never thought that I would love not feeling turned on. Although it is undeniably freaky and features the breaking of workplace boundaries, this is not the gender-bent version of “Secretary.” Nothing will ever compare to my patron-saint of tortured girl cinema. If you watch this movie, you should come away thinking that sex is terrifying, absurd, and deeply disturbing. “I Want Your Sex” is not the BDSM relationship that will heal your little wounded soul, and please do not use this movie as sex education. But aren’t we all deeply confused about what sex is supposed to be? As John Waters would say, “Go watch a fucked-up movie.” And what I say is: “Have fucked-up sex.”.