Sex is the ultimate act of approval. I was wrong to have said it was natural to want to have sex and have a lot of it, because its a biological necessity, just as eating and drinking and breathing is. Its beyond that. The one thing that is more important then all of that is approval, because its an emotional fulfillment. Its amazing, dont you think. Its physical and emotional. People will, up to a certain extent, forgo those other necessities, for sexual appeal. Think diets. And it has been proven that babies crave approval more then anything else. Thats why if a child is hungry and wailing, you can shut it up by rocking it about for awhile.
Id sprained my ankle in the morning because I was concentrating on how yummy the granola bar I was eating were, instead or watching my step, and slipped a stair to find myself sprawling on the ground, unable to get up. There were loads of people that could have helped me up, but didnt. We live in a very altruistic society indeed.
There was once my ex and I had been walking about somewhere and a girl slipped, right beside us, on his side. It would have been instinctive for me to try and grab her to stop her fall, but he just jerked his head and looked. She caught her balance anyway, and when I asked him why didnt he do anything, and would he have done something if shed really fallen, he said he wouldnt. Why? Because she might accuse him for molest. (Oh for Gods Sake.)
But I digress. Id sprained my ankle (Fucking hell. Just when I was about to reach peak performance with my cross- country training. Again.) And spent a bit of time queuing at the doctors, and thinking about why the hell do some people insist on placing a definite, monetary value on sex.
Sex is, I like to believe, the most price discriminate commodity anyone can purchase. You dont just purchase it with money, gifts, or even time. You purchase it with you self-worth, and the more you value yourself, the more youre able to value someone else, and the more priceless the other person becomes. People who have sex, for the sake of having sex, or out of the need to be experimental, in my opinion, quite lack a human soul. Oh, I love being experimental. I peek at blogs that refer to me occasionally, and some people have expressed extreme disgust at the Cocktail lit-erotic I wrote. They dont see the point. The point in being experimental (for me) aside from the fact that it is a new physical experience, is that it makes me realize emotions I never felt before. I would also like to think that hes also had something realized, just as I have.
The god-awful, not to mention, very frightening, thing about people who try to determine sex by tangible commodities is that they negate the real value of the act. They remind me of trashy tabloids that only ever focus on the absurdity of the affair. Secretary blows President in Oval Office! They cant see the nuances, the subtlety of emotions, the fact that other people are as human as they are. And just as much as they would insist on being paid for when they have sex, other people would insist likewise as well. Only, the latter would know that there are more important things then what is tangible.
When you feel so much desire and lust for someone, and the other person reciprocates, isnt that being paid for? Compare it with someone you dont give a rats ass for but has promised you the world and eternal loyalty, and because of that, youll sleep with him, forever and ever. I honestly think the girl in the second scenario is really being given the shoddier deal.
And anyway, crazy feminist bitches who attempt to place a value of sex (think, Im going to have your babies so youd better do all this for me/ I need all this time, money, words of affection if youre going to want to fuck me) clearly have no respect for men as human beings too. They are just desperate horn-dogs who will do anything to get laid. And they will lay anyone. Ironic, since this is the 21st century, and being feminist was supposed to be a signal of modernity; yet this succumbing to such Victorian thought!
At points, I have felt cheap. But you learn from that, and you just dont do it again. The worse thing is, if you refuse to give yourself a chance to learn, and find yourself stuck in an inappropriate relationship just because social convention mires you in it through its indiscriminate valuation of sex.
Poor you.
xoxox
Id sprained my ankle in the morning because I was concentrating on how yummy the granola bar I was eating were, instead or watching my step, and slipped a stair to find myself sprawling on the ground, unable to get up. There were loads of people that could have helped me up, but didnt. We live in a very altruistic society indeed.
There was once my ex and I had been walking about somewhere and a girl slipped, right beside us, on his side. It would have been instinctive for me to try and grab her to stop her fall, but he just jerked his head and looked. She caught her balance anyway, and when I asked him why didnt he do anything, and would he have done something if shed really fallen, he said he wouldnt. Why? Because she might accuse him for molest. (Oh for Gods Sake.)
But I digress. Id sprained my ankle (Fucking hell. Just when I was about to reach peak performance with my cross- country training. Again.) And spent a bit of time queuing at the doctors, and thinking about why the hell do some people insist on placing a definite, monetary value on sex.
Sex is, I like to believe, the most price discriminate commodity anyone can purchase. You dont just purchase it with money, gifts, or even time. You purchase it with you self-worth, and the more you value yourself, the more youre able to value someone else, and the more priceless the other person becomes. People who have sex, for the sake of having sex, or out of the need to be experimental, in my opinion, quite lack a human soul. Oh, I love being experimental. I peek at blogs that refer to me occasionally, and some people have expressed extreme disgust at the Cocktail lit-erotic I wrote. They dont see the point. The point in being experimental (for me) aside from the fact that it is a new physical experience, is that it makes me realize emotions I never felt before. I would also like to think that hes also had something realized, just as I have.
The god-awful, not to mention, very frightening, thing about people who try to determine sex by tangible commodities is that they negate the real value of the act. They remind me of trashy tabloids that only ever focus on the absurdity of the affair. Secretary blows President in Oval Office! They cant see the nuances, the subtlety of emotions, the fact that other people are as human as they are. And just as much as they would insist on being paid for when they have sex, other people would insist likewise as well. Only, the latter would know that there are more important things then what is tangible.
When you feel so much desire and lust for someone, and the other person reciprocates, isnt that being paid for? Compare it with someone you dont give a rats ass for but has promised you the world and eternal loyalty, and because of that, youll sleep with him, forever and ever. I honestly think the girl in the second scenario is really being given the shoddier deal.
And anyway, crazy feminist bitches who attempt to place a value of sex (think, Im going to have your babies so youd better do all this for me/ I need all this time, money, words of affection if youre going to want to fuck me) clearly have no respect for men as human beings too. They are just desperate horn-dogs who will do anything to get laid. And they will lay anyone. Ironic, since this is the 21st century, and being feminist was supposed to be a signal of modernity; yet this succumbing to such Victorian thought!
At points, I have felt cheap. But you learn from that, and you just dont do it again. The worse thing is, if you refuse to give yourself a chance to learn, and find yourself stuck in an inappropriate relationship just because social convention mires you in it through its indiscriminate valuation of sex.
Poor you.
xoxox
thefuckoffkid:
By the way, I'm really looking forward to your set. 
einzel:
Well put.