Sexual-Shmexual!

If anyone should read in this essay the cryptographic desire of the author to "get some"--they are  probably right.

"Sex is the Central Problem of Life" - Havelock Ellis

Over the last several long years, I have done alot of thinking about the matter of sex.  In that same time period I have also become transcendantly celibate, by the use of a technique available to all men, but for physiological reasons somewhat difficult for women. This physical disparity is the exact reason why very few women are able to achieve a legitimate state of Zen (no fault of their own)--because for a woman, the true act of orgasm is to give birth, and is therefore tightly affixed to a mystical (future based) principle.  Mysticism is the source of all human woe.  

For a man it is easy.  At the first stirring of a sexual impulse, one immediately purges it in the same spirit as one might purge any ordinary function or chore.  It's like washing the dishes.  Not terrible but by no means desirable--one is glad when it is over and accepts that one will have to do it again later.  No big deal.

Kitano's "Blood/Snow" makes the matter nicely.

For yours truly, this approach has stripped completely the mystique of erotic stirrings and replaced them with real clarity on the matter of sex and eros--and for that matter, everything else.  You might say I have "Time" on my hands, or more pointedly "The Blood of Time".  The act of non-erotic masturbation is an affront to society exactly because the repeated process shatters the illusion of the social reality.  When one rubs one out without lust, one breaks the most dire of Laws, because one Murders God.

For most of my life I've had a normal if not very active sex life.  Attracted to women of every race, color, creed and shape.  Got busy with a few--lived and loved with one of them for years.  And like most folks, I had the twist of a personally derived polymorphous predilection or two--nothing much kinky, mind you.  After a long and throbbing inability to reconcile my role in I what now see as the innately paradoxical state of human sexuality, I began to believe I was gay.  I came out to family and a few friends.  I was overcome with homoerotic desire, but in my usual fashion and with the help of some very lucky "bad luck", I did not consummate but rather meditated.  I came to the correct conclusion that there is no such thing as homosexuality or any other type of "alternative" sexual behavior, and more deeply, that even so-called "normal" human sexuality is an illusion.  

Adam and Steve or Madam and Eve?--Just More "Old Eden" in New Bottles

Today, the brave new age of sexual freedom (and all of the trumped-up science and politics that come with it) are designed to co-opt into a "natural structure" the impossibly unnatural fact of individuality.  This change is necessary as the sovereign individual in all of us begins to wise-up to the fact that there is something terribly wrong with the human social agreement, which relies upon "sex" as its central sacrificial maypole.  Within the sub-Edenic state of human sexuality, the emergence of the individual is a dangerously destabilizing and ever present threat. The New Sexuality is a ruse, an attempt to capture the fledgling "person" in a seemingly novel form of psycho-sexual social expression, just as a 2000 year old principle of law begins to lose its final teeth.  

Here are the true facts.

Sex is Violence, a form of induced trauma. A trauma that begins at birth and does not subside--ever.  No one really enjoys it, but all feel they must repeat the act in much the same way as one revisits the memory of a terrible accident. This concept is reinforced redundantly in all variety of persistent media throughout the ages, so whether or not normal "animal sex" is in fact a positive virtue, for the "conscious" human being, sex is inevitably paired with trauma, and we are encouraged and encourage each another to express our persona in the light of one or another of these trauma based models--a fact illustrated nicely by Ballard and Cronenburg in Crash.  

Smells like "Teen Spirit"

The bad dream is compounded by the fact that all sex, even naturalistic "non-social" animal sex, is an uneven exchange of power.  The male takes his power in the act of copulation, specifically with a virgin female, and the female takes her power in the act of birth.  It works in the animal world, but this interplay can not maintain balance in the world of social consciousness. This is because consciousness of power is a universally corrupting influence.  In the human game, neither male nor female is willing to surrender their power to the natural order and thus will build a reserve of power as a weapon against the opposite sex, usually typified in the form of a symbolized parental figurehead.  The resulting war is the very foundation of what we call politely "society".  With the emergence of socialized alternative sexuality, this unholy war between the sexes has now become a war between individuals.  Any attempt to operate and wield influence inside the social framework is now a sexual act.  Reality has become a full scale ewiger blumenkrieg.  The human being has transcended the state of Animalia, and it doesn't matter at all that few of them will ever be aware of the fact.

There are no men, no women and no children anymore.  Only Stars.  Stars at an Orgy called War. 

So, when regarding the immensity of reality--all I have to say is: FUCK IT!!  Give Your Power To The Sky.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-radio-and-tv-18085151

At this link, discussing Acteon and Diana, Florence Welch agrees (?) with Da WWWiz.

Some poesy by your old pal Da WWWiz, to put it all in the proper Gnostic perspective.

The Way

Yea, women but an empty place
Churning to be filled,
And men like children lost in space
Yearning to be killed,
Come with your trust to Jesus and I'll bet my bottom dollar
You'll be thrilled

He'll lock you in an engine room
His chariot to drive
Over a giant mushroom
Ain't it good to be alive?
Give your heart to Jesus and according to concordance 
You'll survive

Running down oblivion
Across the galaxies
Lifted through the neon
Lowered to your knees
Sign your soul to Jesus and my goodness gracious me
You'll agree

Daily Departures from Las Vegas