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Cruisin’ for a Bruisin’

an essay on homosexual sadomasochism, and perhaps the universal metaphor for pain we inflict upon each other… though we are all gathered into the new age without constraint or impulse to ladder up the social wheel unlike so many other ancient climbers to come before us, and this can give way beyond the Victorian age to deviant behaviors, and the acceptance over time of certain coveted taboo practices that appear anomalous to our perceptions at first even as this had only recently begun in human history as the civilization surges toward a hominid collective that supersedes the communism, capitalism or fascism as dominant ideologies at large and too viral among the beasts called Man… the attached wand only seems to give Man a greater charisma or authority, the game played by ancestor spirits stemming from a larger form of archetype who in the wildernesses of reality had never perceived the differences in early beings born of ignorance in this primordial jungle’s beginnings, but nothing ever prepared us for this amount of change or power all at once which can manifest literally in many different ways as the being develops through crass upbringing fostering a hive mentality to the individuation of the human animal cast out of innocence from an innocuous-looking future where everyone loves everybody… for some Here it is far too much to bear all as an emotional and thinking creature having grown under the auspices of particular ideals as they shapeshift over the many ages of the civilized human movement, a painful process to learn that some if not all ideals were flawed implants to begin with as they broke or gave-up when updates were needed, or pertinent questions were asked without relevant answers given as the general disgust of a people too sheltered from shock suddenly realize that they have crossed a line somewhere… usually it is the serious moralist who plagues society with tones of condemnation, feeding the bloody lust of primal Man in exchange for the enlightening taste of sex which has become the new taboo since Victorian ideas of crypticism (cryptic skepticism) has solemn and vindictively violated the respect of common human being for a purity or piety never proven but protruding as a leap of faith to this anyone can make… however, some of these proposed pious disclaimers against the being of human discount the natural urge in the act of making fuck or enjoying it between to agreeing participants sharing the same experience together, and it is these emblems of a bygone era of fetishism from biblical scrotal thrones built only for the cock is inherently homosexual not only among the clergy and their servants but the rippling effect shedding everywhere… we are on the outer edges of this constrictive Victorian fringe madness that gave us a Nobel prize for lobotomy, and should it be surprise that we have these shifty bad influences trying to purge out the humanity from itself and cower before the might of Man in his holiest incarnation the political body built of greedy denizens of the pit of privilege and distrust masked by human survival instinct within the social furnace of law that cripples the system today, laws passed against the human being many times over or to subvert the scripted words previously agreed upon originally once a host of men making unholy pacts were created by this greedy god cycling out those who weren’t special anymore… in our super-sheltered homeland of security, a man cannot fuck another man out of fear for what the group considers ‘good’ in the slightest context of comfort or need for companionship, and this is a factor of disagreement between a people and its taboos… where once hushed tones were used to describe sex, even further back before them were peoples and tribes that spoke openly of sexual relations as common understanding that only since we have needed to be subjugated objects of desire have we needed to affect as though aware of respect for the rest of the species, and we were required as labor in the impervious industrial age as it grinded alongside the Victorian intensity exploring the world-at-large that has been pretty wiped clean since we got Here… the past used as defense for the way things should be, but we are constantly moving forward not meant to be stuck in an undertow that might pull us in, we have to succeed in getting through to people that do not understand in order to further progress the knowledge of experience as it remains vague and diverse in a foggy air that allows for all manner of skill in handling the human lifestyle… as alien minds conjoin with the animal homo sapiens as then an emotional flux infuses the duality with a conception of individual truth, and everyone needs to find their own ends as they prefer…

Thanks, khet.