Come, love, let me walk you through this.
People talk about making love, having sex, screwing, fucking, consummating, fornicating, and the lot. People talk about these things and seem to be confused.
Let’s make love, not have wounded-dove sex.
Making love is not about being tender. Making love is not the opposite extreme of fucking, where sex falls in the center. Sex is the empty act, the act of emptying yourself into another. It is one extreme, the no-frills product, bare bones. Making love, fucking – both clothe sex in an illusion. Both are acts of desperation, desire – not skill, darling. Not skill. In the end, if you’re sitting back to examine your work, determine your efficiency, you are not responding honestly; you are corrupting the moment, hence the act. Your effort is sweet, your concern, but misguided, counterproductive, cumbersome
FUCKING
The personal connection is only fundamental as it serves a greater purpose by nurturing trust, interest, comfort, ownership, and ultimately, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual development, simultaneously.
Fucking
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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2 comments:
Interesting, and I agree with most of it. The paradigm I like is viewing sex as the ultimate act of communication.
Dig it. Definitely.
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