In a world where everything has to “make sense”, where everything has to have some type of value to the sum, to the collective, to the construct, the only pleasant thing that is perceived freeing is Sexuality.

In a world where parents do a lousy job at unravelling, nourishing, encouraging, developing a child’s uniqueness and creativity but a damn good job at stifling, punishing, killing every single bit of individuality so that the child moulds into the familial, societal dictates, sexuality is the only thing that is perceived to be liberating.

Slowly – or not so slowly, people have become hypnotized by the monetization of their day-to-day life – be it in the form of a salary or some type of compensation from a circumstance or person. There is no or very little room for authenticity, creativity, inspiration in a world that “fights for peace”, in a world where everyone is perpetually fighting to conform, to fit in, to elbow-gain a mere place where they can simply survive.

A human being is wired to be creative, more so than any other species. One of the most unique products of our creativity is a child. A child that grows up with absent parents, with parents that are demolished by the amount of work that needs to happen, by rules and circumstances that, more often than not, are against the very nature of how life works… parents that are unaware and profoundly immersed in their own drama and unresolved issues…

Sexuality – empty sexuality – is the “go-to” place in order to unload some of the pressure of all these unnatural circumstances. Most people have no place and no desire for children in their life. They work 10-12 hours a day or they have interests and passions and addictions that devour their time, but still, they create babies because “that’s what we do”. A baby, more often than not, is a sort of a personal prize or a type of distraction from our own unhappiness and trauma. Assuming that everyone who is blindsided by a sexually charged interaction is wanting to produce a baby, that is in and of itself a tragedy. Unhealthy people breed unhealthy people. That is not creativity. That is perpetuating disease.

Healthy human sexuality cannot take place without awareness. A human couple is not simply a male and female mating. Or is it? Healthy sexuality stems from a deep and profound understanding and acceptance of the other, from feeling embraced and safe and free to be oneself and allowing the other to be free in our presence.

What is mostly happening is that we take some imposed form of beauty – socially and time-sensitive ideal** and we just want to fuck that! (sorry)… We invent reasons why that person fits us, working incredibly hard to avoid seeing the reality – which, most of the time, is that that person is just a mask of our own programming – familial and societal – that appears as a mirror showing us we are not letting our inspiration flow, we are not revealing the life that we are.

Men and women alike, fixate on some type of energy where they stifle all their genius, all their inspiration into one single act that does not produce anything but momentary release, hormone fireworks that fade quickly into the black despair of living dead.

People do not stop long enough to realize that becoming undead doesn’t mean fucking some more (sorry), but it means returning the focus back at the darkness they have been immersed in for generations. People run for that pair of boobs or that set of strong muscles in the vain hope of maintaining some type of fireworks that would last.

What a waste!

This is how couples are formed these days – mirrors of each other’s delusions, dancing on melodies of rage, pain, blame, shame, “poor me”, projections and dejections…

** https://www.thelist.com/44261/womens-perfect-body-types-changed-throughout-history/