Barring masturbation or self-gratification,
It's all a great and grand conspiracy put on by the entire world to convince me that it exists and yet, perversely, I am shut out of it. This is a bigger conspiracy than the Moon Landings, Flat Earth, Hollow Earth, and Round Earth combined. I see videos, audios, text and images of eroticism and people having sex. Yet, whenever I am around others, this particular aspect of life is carefully withdrawn and hidden. Even it's smell is ethereally elusive.
Does sex really exist? How can you prove it to me?
Have I conceived this world and the world has played along? This world, has it really conformed to my own perception of it that when I get a glimmer and a touch of sex that it snaps back and tosses me away. This elusive enigma brings a sinister conspiracy out of the veil of shadows. How hard is it to cut through these curtains of secrecy? This club of exclusion.
Where is the red pill that changes my world? What dreams may come when I swallow that pill? Will it fill my world with color and splendor and sweet aromas? Or, it will be cold, gray, and putrid?
-A Nawty Mouz
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So what's wrong with masturbation? National Masturbation Month (May) is over but as another blogger so brilliantly put it, "It will always be May in my pants!" I couldn't agree more! Cheers!
Absolutely nothing wrong with masturbation! I celebrated the month of May often, and still do.
What I should have said is "I don't have any sensual awareness outside of myself". But, that's not it either. It's that "others don't show any sensual awareness of myself." [editting post].
So, whether I masturbate or not, or whether I have wild fantasies of sex with someone I know or some stranger that I see, sex doesn't exist unless it has a reality which is perceived and acknowledged by someone outside of myself with myself. Solo-sex, or mono-sex, or self-sex exists. But, sex as an experience with an other, doesn't exist. It is a fantasy and isn't real.
oh, and horny old guy, thanks for stopping by. I really appreciate the feedback.
I think I saw the "It will always be May in my pants!" on AAG. um, checking, yep, here it is: Mebbe Little Pinch?, and she says she found that from Sicilia Para, offered up on Madame X's blog as a comment on Sucked the fun right out..... [I like to cite sources, if I can.]
Nawty,
If I'm delusional, please nobody treat me. OK?
If this world I know is real, however, I sincerely hope you will discover your own reality in your own way and in your own time.
Best,
Bonnie
Bonnie, I'm the delusional one! You're certainly a beautiful part of my imagination, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. :)
The way I look at it, if reality is an illusion, then illusions are reality. and your reality is your reality, illusions and all. we all live in a private universe,and are alone in our own heads.So what I am saying is ya wanker , is to get off your blogging butt and start LIVING. As far as we know this is the only life so get out there and LIVE, Live life to the fullest possible moment
occupant,
um, living, butt not always blogging. Of course, reality and illusion are in constant flux.
What constitutes living, ... or not living? What are the requisites?
So many questions and so many answers.
Enjoy!
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