I am absolutely thrilled by what is currently being done in the realm of pornography.
And I am completely serious when I say that.
People are using the form of porn to tell really deep and sensitive stories that happen to revolve around sex.
To me, this is the best of both worlds. Not only is it so refreshing to read porn that recognizes that people have brains as well as gonads, the fact that these comics provide greater emotional context and emotional resonance to the fucking makes it way, way more hot.
And oddly… comforting. I think for my sad little icebox of a mind, sex is a great way to connect me with the warmth and intimacy of the id. It’s a nice gentle yet passionate way to heat myself up without having to deal with troubling things like anger but instead to access a very tender and affectionate and liberated side of myself.
Because for me, sex is always intimate. Two souls reach out and touch one another. If that’s not a part of the experience, then I am not interested.
Miss me with that shit.
I could never do truly impersonal sex. Even if it was with someone I just met, there would have to be some kind of serious vibe going on between us before I would feel like getting freaky with them.
Gotta connect emotionally before I want to connect physically.
Anyhow, back to porn.
I mean, check out this thoroughly charming tale.
It’s about a het couple that swaps bodies, and I think it handles the subject in a refreshingly playful and “realistic” manner.
It’s by an artist who calls themselves Funkybun, and I am totally into their work. It’s always so innocent and playful and free – everything I think sex should be.
It’s sin and a crime and a shame that something as wonderful, magical, and deep as human sexuality gets tied up in shame and guilt and pointless inhibition.
The world would be a far happier, safer, and saner place if we dropped all the bullshit and opened ourselves up to the wonders of human sexual expression whenever, wherever, and however we please.
I mean, just think of all the pleasure and joy and release that is literally at our fingertips at all times. We could bring ourselves such innocent happiness if we simply let go of our baggage and let it all hang out.
Honestly, I think that’s one of the reasons people keep slapping all these rules and restrictions on sex – they can’t handle how powerful it is and how it upends our usual table of values by offering so much pleasure for such a low cost.
Such things could be highly damaging to a consumer economy if they caught on. Imagine how much less useless crap we’d buy if we did a lot more fucking.
Our entire sense of having to “earn” pleasure with labour could be upended if a REAL sexual revolution were to ever occur.
And what then? World peace? A just and fair system of law? Free avocado?
In a fully expressed world, anything is possible!
More after the break.
Happiness is work
Note : I am not saying work is happiness.
What I am saying is that being happy takes effort. Sustained effort. Your happiness is something you need to manufacture constantly if you want to have it.
That’s why the depressive’s internal energy austerity measures are so very destructive and counterproductive. Being stingy with your personal energy is supposed to preserve your happiness by not letting you invest it in anything without a massive rate of return.
Something has to produce maximum reward for minimum effort or it’s not worth it.
Hence the depressive’s anti-effort bias and loathing of anything that requires an open ended investment of effort.
After all, how can you judge whether or not something is worth the effort if you don’t know how much effort it will take?
And I know why this happens : anhedonia. Depression’s blanket of numbness blocks most pleasure from getting through and so only the things with massive reward stimulus can get through to us and at least give us enough reward to survive.
But you have to try to escape that mindset because happiness takes effort. You have to make yourself be happy, even if that means going out into the real world and looking for things that will increase your happiness with no guarantee of finding anything.
This is a hard thing for us introverts to accept. We generate our own energy, we don’t get it from our environment like extroverts do.
But what do you do when your own energies just plain aren’t enough?
You go look for stimuli in the environment. It’s the only solution.
And if you can get your energies up and keep them up, you can keep your mood up too.
Just as long as you remember to use this new energy to elevate your mood instead of letting it turn into anxiety, panic, or self-loathing.
You need to let some extroversion into your life to balance out the problems with too much introversion, like depression.
If you can learn to do this, lifting your mood will come as naturally to you as breathing or digestion. It won’t feel like effort at all.
But it requires you to banish a lot of depression’s self-destructive negative attitudes. The ones that tell you almost everything is not worth the effort. That make you act like you have a finite and very small amount of energy that you can only dole out in tiny amounts that do not get the job done at all. That tell you to hold everything inside.
The truth is that our personal energy isn’t a pool. It’s a fountain. It refills itself constantly and the more we take from it, the more we get from it.
Austerity fails every single time. It crushes the economies its trying to save by encouraging a negative, miserly, and parsimonious mindset.
That’s true for personal austerity too. Don’t fall into its miserly trap.
Do stuff instead. Spend that energy recklessly. Use up all your spoons every day.
You will have more spoons than you had today when tomorrow comes.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.