….why is everybody so bloody obsessed with sex?
I mean really?
Doing the nasty. Rooting. Getting one’s end away. Fucking. Fornication. Getting cock or cunt. The beast with two backs….
What is so fascinating about this function of Man (and Woman/Man)? It feels good? Fucking hell, eating KFC feels good, yet I don’t feel the urge to wax on and on about that, nor binge on nowt but a diet of Colonel Sanders secret recipe. I mean, some perspective people.
And before anyone accuses me of being some kinda bloody Puritan, they’re no less obsessed with The Act(s) as their “free-loving” libertine pals – if they weren’t they wouldn’t be so fervent about censoring it and keeping it in the hands of an unproven and invalid deity or Order. Thinking about of this, both poles are kinda confined in their definitions of sexuality – the Puritans see sexual acts as something that should only be performed under externally-sanctioned conditions (marriage, breeding), whilst the libertines see such activity as a mere bodily function to pass the time and be thrown around like alms or confetti – summat to do just because “everyone else is doing it”.
Slaves the lot of them, governed by the procreation-recreation dialectic as they are. Nihilists to the left of me and repressives to the right – a negation of humanity either way.
I mean what does this say about people when such contrasting ideas battle it out? That we have to be controlled by something or other, be it our loins or our lords? Such a noble fucking vision of Man, I’m sure! So much for discrimination, personal standards and values, or notions of – gasp – amor or affection! Crush all the hearts and flowers and throw them in the bin, right?
Sometimes I think that asexuals are the only fuckers in the world (ironic pun noted) who can truly claim to be sexually emancipated…..