by Amy Saunders
Is it inevitable that a shortage of money and jobs could spill over in to a shortage of love and sex? In our economic recession, I found myself face to face with my own sexual depression.

On Friday, my girlfriends and I went in search of a cheap night out. It wasn’t long until we found ourselves on the steps of Cruise & Tango’s. The bar was crowded with men (most being half-woman), and trying to get service in the village without pecs and a penis is almost impossible.

Vodka-sodas finally in tow, just in time for the drag show, I couldn’t help but notice the decadence and extravagence of the busty drag queen’s appareance. Her beautiful blonde locks, bodacious implants and diamond studded dress seemed to represent a society that we no longer have: A society where money, luxury, love and sex came in abundance.

Pre-economic failing, I would never have found myself feeling inadequate in a room full of queens but, during our economic crisis, our days are filled with less diamonds, less decadence and seemingly, less sex.

We have found ourselves caught in an economy in which we are no longer equipped to afford the luxury of having a night out with a few friends and a few drinks. In turn, the probability of single women meeting men for dating or even just a fling is sufficiently lower in comparison to the availability of money and sex from a few months back.

Having suffered the loss of any financial stability in recent months, I found my bank account dwindling along with the market. Avoiding any realization of my personal economic crisis, I tried my best to hold on to the attitude and spirit of optimism- until later that evening when I found my crash inevitable.

I had headed home alone, only to find my on/off boyfriend of one year waiting for me at my front door. Putting all feelings of inadequacy aside, I invited him in.

Much like a society depends on a successful market to create a stable economy filled with money and jobs, I felt confident in my ability to depend on my boyfriend to provide me with love and sex.

Unfortunately, much like the stock market, my boyfriend had failed to rise.

With feelings as maxed out as my Visa, my line of sexual credit now charging interest, I asked him to leave.

I felt all optimism drain from me, leaving nothing but frustration, worry and an inavoidable sexual depression.

Feeling the familiar exhaustion of my fingers- a feeling I had picked up and gotten used to through my excessive pre-crash debit use- I realized that we are left to fend for ourselves in this struggling economy-both at the bank and in bed.