Sexual identity as become fractured. People are no longer inspired to keep what happened in the shower room secret.
We all know what our eyes do, we are not surprised by lingering images. We guard our visual inputs well.
History works like this. People engage in, let's say sexual practices, they say i don't know it just happened. To reflect on this they classify the types of practices engaged in. Practices link to identity.
pick your letter, we have eight flavors to choose from.
There is even a fetish vanguard, fetish avant-garde. It is considered acceptable to find the human foot desirable, or repulsive. It is heard of. It is not unheard of.
There are reluctant orgies, motivated out of indifference, ennui.
"My sexual preference is for people who smile at me."
"Oh yeah, I'm a bit predatory myself, i go wild when i catch people looking down and to the left while I take pauses in my discourse to look away, while focusing on the gesticulation of my hands."
"I consider myself an anti-homosexual, that is i get intense anal stimulation when i consider the fact that I am not, nor ever have been, anally penetrated. In a sense, a fetishizing of my anal virginity."
"I have a pharmacologically-based sexuality. I take viagra, load up a bong, shut my eyes, listen to pink floyd, and am awash in colors, blue pulsations, morphing tessellations, and the infinite expansion of time, while controlling the intensity of my experience manually, or with a friend, trying two person yoga moves."
The explosion of sexual identities: post-sexuality
I like the idea of post sexuality. It's like sexuality is doing
ReplyDeletethis you know. I feel like I am awash in a constant sea of sexuality and media (some of which is quite non-sexual but still begging attention), visual assault combined with visual caress. What should my response be?
Deliverance is strange. You know who you are. Others have thoughts about you. They think they know who you are. And they are wrong! The root of comedy. Right, have sympathy for the people, how were they to know. On the other hand, they could have asked. they could have been open and receptive instead of clouded by the weight of their judgements. Don't take it personally. This is one of the cases were it has to feel like your seizing a second chance. Life is nothing but second chances, which is weird. Your perception and your failure are wrapped up together. the ideal state is an embrace of consumpation with the universe, total syncronicity, thoughtless and instantaneous. Dragged to its extremes the ideal seems less ideal and nothing is ever too late.
ReplyDeletewhat your response should be is up to your priest. that you perceive this post as problematic suggests that you are still waiting to seize a second chance. The doors of possibilty are open. No one is interested in what should be done. the world just awaits your satisfaction. the pulsations of the universe are it's own. your pulsations are yours.
The problem is that there is no problem.
Sexuality has been emptied of meaning.
Move on from the problem, and come back to it later, and maybe everything will be different.