Sexual Healing

Sex and love not connected? In what kinda brave new world is that possible?

I dunno, perhaps I am just not a gigantic enough slut to understand that view, but I can't imagine having sex with a girl and that not generating at least some feelings of closeness between us. If it didn't create that feeling, I can't imagine continuing to have sex with that girl; where's the fun in that?

Sex is not primarily a "really fun activity". It is the one big chance that we have to create something truly new that will exist on its own and will last forever¹. It's some serious shit. If it weren't a fun activity² we would still persue it with equal intensity. Lucky (blessedly) for us, it is fun. Fun doesn't mean not-important.

I think that it's interesting that the most creative act in which we can involve ourselves is also the most potentially destructive, emotionally speaking.

Butter Knife: Not the most weildly of artistic instruments.
Chainsaw: Ice sculptures!

More potential for creativity = more potential for destructiveness³.

Think of all the really screwy people you know. Think especially of all the screwy girls you know. Chances are they are also prime candidates for the "Most Likely to Have Their Sexual Encounters Recorded For Posterity (and Profit)" award.

Why is that? Why does is seem that all the deepest problems that people have are caused by (or manifest themselves as) sexual problems?

Evolutionarily speaking, we are sex machines. It is our entire reason of existence to do it do it do it.
Relgiously speaking, we are gods. It is our entire reason of existence to exist forever.

The animal within us is the natural enemy of the angelic, and yet they are inseperable. Deeper into the jungle we chase the scent of the prospective mate. Finding her there with our brother, we kill him. The shush of the infinite sea no longer reaches our ears, above no clouds: all is immediate leaves, and immediate flesh.

Stay here by the sea, say the angelic, in this hut called matrimony you have your privacy. The most bestial is most in need of sanctification: religious obsession with sexuality flows naturally from sex's power. The god of creation is hidden behind the veils of the temple: too bright, too necessary, too powerful for public display.

You may insert here your cynical comments about patriarchy and bourgoise morality and cultural conditioning, and in ten thousand years she will still cry out to him, "I thought you really liked me," and he, to her, "You cheating slut!"


¹...if you believe in an immortal and un-reincarnated soul, that is. If not, you should get to writing that novel that will ensure your legacy, and/or shoveling your Brahmin master's shit, you untouchable, because you deserve it.

² Many species have very painful/deadly reproductive procedures: Cat. Black Widow. Preying Mantis. Deep Sea Angler. Jehovahs Witness, etc.

³ Now you might say that was a bullshit example, but if you are the kind of person who quibles over metaphorical exactitude then you are also probably the kind of person who has deep seated sexual problems involving your anus.