circular the steps to Sex magic circuits.

sexual yearning is natural for this body… we create a fearing cultural narrative that allows for a structure of scapegoats to be made below the privileged people, tearing ourselves apart from other aspects of the same being makes no other sense except to objectify the automatic with a skewed cynical outlook, and considers strangers and the strange with equal vicious clarity… working further to provide some kind of shelter to people brought to life in your own backyard, and all while sorting out one’s own life quest to be sure, not always the most positive journey even though it is desire constantly recreated within our lifetime at so many vital points where there drives a beat of the heart… unlike the gang-raping dolphins or the urge of traumatic insemination that developed bed bugs enact, we have no need to be so brutal as those vicious and violent ritual fits… the penis is not so much a stabbing weapon as it is like a quill pen perhaps, projecting the fluid forth and somehow managing impregnation, or at least insemination of the person as words are to the mind filling it up with raw bloody baths in a tubular bell ringing wide and well throughout its lobes and orbital eyes… the vagina is very much a flower cusp opening up that needs gentle touching to react favorably to the rather intrusive behavior that a cock (phallus) unlubricated might mean to entrance, skill at attempting the language involved in cunnilingus can be highly pleasurable if there is a partner involved, but there is absolutely no need for insemination to be involved for what is a first-and-only-time commitment to a shared struggle leading to disinterest in people altogether… the anus is third on our shared list of orifices, and is just as major a stage as any other phase the Freud might have ventured to wager a study of as one of the various general plateaus of a childhood, scientific analysis always comes up stodgy and short without filling in any further information and this is unsatisfactory by any knowing conscious standard of exploration… this avenue is mainly an exit only particular for most of us as we aren’t taught much except for what is wrong, and anal sex is not as wrong as is different for most ordinary people to engage in, one thing about the culture we were all raised with means that polite company do not have any reason to know your sexual preference… some guys prefer to be cocked, and some women prefer feminine physical love to the poking that some would die without, still many others are bisexual or curious about these states of which they have no first-hand knowledge… because of this already biased assumption based upon what is a preconceived notion of right and wrong, we can reveal what sick ideas are allowed by the culture to be sustained over the vital rights of the individual of which there is no valid substitute, and there is something to be said of trying to understand one’s own unique body over letting others tell you all about theirs leaving you with a feeling of needed comparison… this immediate tangent quelled, i shall go into a brief of anal conclusion that i have so recently come to as far as sexual magic is concerned, and this body has more secrets locked away in its own unique organic encoding programs… the dark hole may seem like a way out but is also a way in, the perineal eye is yet another gateway that is underutilized by all except the magus or magician, and there are convoluted rites that are even way over this one narrator’s head said to allow others witness to unknown energies from sexual tension… i believe this as well… in my own way, i have seen the feminine aspect as passive resistance behind me, and my anus is the corresponding orifice to this side turned inward as a body is born to confront both forces inside themselves… those born feminine suit might be passionate when in masculine ways, but power always resides in their feminine access as it would seem the opposite of a man to feel, however even certainties are not quite absolute truths in this space filled to the brim with opinions… there is the zone of the mouth next, of oral fixation or what have you as far as jargon and clinical terms might proceed, but what we have Here is usually a failure to communicate all the little genuine facets of this learning creature we are becoming even as the simple explanations seem to be forthcoming… too much information to learn is always there as a part of the substructure of which we are unaware at most times, and we use our words to convey what reason and logic have determined there to be there, our mouths also come in quite handy in pleasing the pleasure seekers as well as when we are taking the time to feast on a lover’s parts for all the-weak-in-the-knees they can feel from this function… the last and most critical erogenous zone is the brain as it leaps from memory to moment in equal bounds of venture to recall, both the actual and the imaginary under the same auspice of boundary to which there never is any equal nor adequate occasion, and it stimulates every part of the jurisdiction without having to play queer or stupid for the pleasing of others because you can always try to please yourself first… perhaps beginning this path to knowledge you seek… finding the satis-factory in order to rebuild the desiring machine once taken for granted…

Thanks, khet.

Posted by :\_khet on September 13th, 2011 in blogging, my art & dreams, rants & raves, s for Semon..., subdued wisdom. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.

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