I really like sex, personally. I lost my virginity at a later age than most (I still jokingly refer to my first as the priest killer) and honestly I felt really ashamed and embarrassed about my virginity, and never told anyone, not even her. I pretended I lost it in high school. I talked about sex as if I'd had it, and I talked about it often, because it appealed to me. I'm a really horny fucker and I masturbate constantly, and I never shied away from talking about masturbation or anything else. I never considered it weird or perverted or anything, nor did I objectify women. I still put pussy on a pedestal though, as far as action was concerned. There was just an awkwardness regarding girls and all that, and for a long time I pretty much assumed they didn't like me despite all the evidence to the contrary. A few ladies have been nice enough to make me feel like a sexy beast and eventually one of them slept with me. She was a worthy first time and honestly I'm sort of glad I waited. Well let me rephrase that. I wish I hadn't choked on some really good opportunities I had when I was younger but I'm glad I never lowered my standards. I've always preferred having really amazing sex once in a while with someone I'm uncontrollably attracted to rather than having mediocre sex with mediocre people on a regular basis. I guess in that way you could say I still put pussy on a pedestal. I just enjoy it so much more this way. I enjoy actually liking the person I'm fucking rather than just being sexually attracted to her. |
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Everything works out in the end, sometimes even badly.
Are you literally a junkie? |
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Unless you're using metaphor past the point of fault, I assume you're literally talking about being addicted to opiates and the subsequent complications. |
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In my post I wasn't trying to call myself a "junkie" with the adjective "bliss" attached for good measure, I was using a single slang term, "bliss junkie", which is just colloquial. It doesn't even have to include drug use, though it does for me. I would not personally call myself a literal junkie and never intended to. I probably would be if opiates actually did anything for me because I do have an incredibly addictive personality, but I've just never gotten any euphoria at all or any significant pain relief from them, even when I actually needed them. Supposedly a very high natural tolerance runs in my family. |
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You should read "The Birth of Tragedy" by Nietzsche. You'd probably like it, it talks a lot about intoxication in the general sense. |
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Everything works out in the end, sometimes even badly.
Sex is positive. just dont make a deal of it. |
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Those humans who historically thought about (and performed) sex the most were the ones who reproduced. Those children that thought about sex and performed sex the most reproduced. |
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Think in terms of our society. |
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Always, no sometimes think it's me,
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But it's all wrong
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-John Lennon
People were still talking about sex in the height of catholic rule. Perhaps not as openly, but the repression bled out of them. I mean, have you seen those victorian era table legs? They look like penises. |
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Everything works out in the end, sometimes even badly.
Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Let me explain why. They're taught not to explore. They're given the burden of hormones and told the only way to alleviate their suffering is find someone, marry them and start having lots of unprotected sex. Just out of high school, which is already torture, they go right into being a parent and skip all the parts of life that don't totally suck. They never get a chance to see what they want to do with their lives. Their own hormones are twisted against them. |
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Everything works out in the end, sometimes even badly.
Um, excuse me? I've talked to you before now and then, OD/OP, and you're usually not like that. I respect you quite highly for being in the minority of DV-er's who actually think before they post. |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
I live with mormons, and Utah has some major problems which I believe are directly caused by the oppressive religion. Living among these people has created a prejudice in me. It's not that LDS is the only religion in the planet I have a problem with, it's just the only one in my face. Women have a 23% higher chance of being murdered by their husbands in Utah than the rest of the country. The suicide rate here among teenagers is ridiculous but that's more related to other aspects of mormon repression and kind of off topic. If I wanted to I could go on an on about the blowback of a repressive society. For instance Utah also ranks no. 1 in pornography consumption and ranks fairly highly in sexual abuse as well. |
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Everything works out in the end, sometimes even badly.
'Course its normal to be naughty, take your clothes off - feel no shame! |
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Thank you, OP. |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
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Maybe instead of trying to change everyone else you should just go get laid, Signet. |
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Sorry, tommo. Against my code. :/ |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Against your code? |
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Don't get jumpy, now; I'm just being funny in terminology. |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
Dude, don't get married without getting laid first, that's like buying a lifetime supply of muffins ever trying one. You aren't going to know if you are going to like it, and if you don't your muffins are going to get pissed off. Actually most muffins wouldn't get pissed off, but your wife sure as hell will. |
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"Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy"
-Sigmund Freud
I'm very sorry. At this point, I have no socially responsible reply to your post. It would be inappropriate for me to reply in the manner that I intended to and wanted to, so I am waiting. |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
I'm just wondering what kind of beliefs would cause you to put sex on a pedestal, which, is exactly what you're accusing society of doing, and condemning them for it, funnily enough. |
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Last edited by tommo; 12-02-2012 at 05:10 AM.
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