Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Election 2016

PUSSIES, PERVERTS, AMERICAN WAY



(whack jobs + pussies) x popular culture = Trump²






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Kick Ass Self Defense

REALITY, NORMALITY, DISAGREEMENT, DEFENSE



Part of popular culture is the idea that there is no normal. There are a lot of different normals living in the same objective reality. Popular culture suggests that one cannot know what normal is, and that it is politically and socially incorrect to think that one can. We are supposed to think that all realities are valid, and it is expected that we will tolerate, defer to, and nurture them, even at the expense of our own health, happiness, and prosperity. The other’s reality is of equal or greater value to mine, and the nice thing to do is to defer to the other. It is mean and stupid for me to insist on the superiority of my reality, and defend it against your encroachment on it. When, where, and how did you earn the right to promote yourself at my expense? What makes you think that I will cooperate with you? What makes you think that I will not turn on you, and rend you limb from limb in defense of myself? Reality isn’t what you say it is. Reality is what I am willing to do to you in defense of myself. It doesn’t matter what you say. It only matters what I do.






Muhammad Ali photo. ©2014 Judo Minnesota. Retrieved March 1, 2016, from http://judomn.org/boxing.html.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Spirituality and the Sexual Man

CHRISTIAN SCIENCE, CELIBACY, SEX


If I thought that I could do any good by being celibate, I would be. And, I would be so busy doing good that I wouldn’t miss the tawdry appeal of sex. What if I gave a party and no one came? I don't want to develop and promote an idea only to discover that I am the only one on the planet who cares about it. I don't want to be sentenced to solitary confinement by celibacy. If sex connects me more intimately to others, I might want it to be part of my life.

I understand that homosexuality and Christian Science are mutually exclusive. Aren’t they? I have no desire to reform Christian Science. I’m happy with it the way Mrs. Eddy founded it. I am neither qualified nor motivated to take on the task of reforming a great, worldwide religious movement. However, even as a homosexual, I have always thought that there must be a place for the likes of me in Christian Science. I am by no means an exemplar, healer, or teacher. But, I have gotten a lot of good from the teachings of Christian Science and its Church all my life. I'm in.

As a young man, I began to understand that, even if I did everything by the book, I would not be received into the Christian Science community of healers and religious teachers. I began to understand that my yearning to serve God and man was not enough to qualify me for that exalted company. So be it. I was disappointed. But, it may have been for the best. I still love Christian Science and Christian Scientists. I’m a member of The Mother Church. I read the Lesson every day. Christian Science is my healer and guide. I wouldn’t want to live without it.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Write About It

HOMOSEX, MASTURBATION, ART


Young man kneeling before a wall of graffiti, looking over his shoulder.

I want to have sex with attractive men, but I’ve never been good at making those sexual connections. I don’t know what it takes. I don’t know how to do it. That’s why I hang out on Chaturbate or call Bate Nation (712-832-8320 [401315]). I want guys to know that I’m available for sex. I want guys to know that I want it. Not that I’m willing to do it with anyone, but there are guys out there I’m very willing to do it with, and I want them to know that I’m interested. The sexual marketplace. The homosexual marketplace. Cut to the chase. Get down to business.

I don’t want to play games. I don’t want to go through the process of making friends with a guy only to find out that he has no sexual interest in me. Not that all of my friendships have to be sexual. That’s not the point. That would be exhausting. But, I would rather start off knowing that a guy wants to have sex with me, and that friendship is a possibility. I don’t want to have to marry a guy to have sex with him. I don’t want sex with guys to be a big fucking deal. I want to hook up with the guys I like. If fun sex with guys leads to friendship, that’s a welcome bonus.

I like masturbating and writing about it and the guys I masturbate with. I like talking and writing about guys jerking off together. It’s not religion, but I like it a lot. I want to find attractive guys to masturbate with, and live to tell the tale.

There are other things I’m interested in. I have lots of interests, some of which are worth writing about and others not. Sex is almost always worth writing about. Everyone is interested in sex. Almost everyone is curious about others’ sexuality. It’s a human trait. Have you got a minute? Let me share a thing or two with you. I might even tell you more than you want to know.






Photograph from Can We Talk About This, DV8 Physical Theatre, retrieved January 19, 2016, from https://kenanmalik.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/dv8-7.jpg.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Intelligence Alliance

BUSINESS, INTELLIGENCE, POWER, CULTURE


Two young business men making a deal.

Steve Jurvetson is a partner in the venture capital firm DFJ (Draper Fisher Jurveston). Elon Musk is the CEO of the space transport company SpaceX and Tesla Motors. They are men with brains, or a certain type of brain, who have acquired lots of money and power. They represent the silicon culture elite. Combinations and cliques. Groups. Organizations. Corporations. Intelligence alliances. Venture capital. Capital venture. Money power. Culture.

Wealthy, powerful men can afford to support and promote bad ideas. Having one kind of intelligence doesn’t necessarily translate into having other kinds of intelligence. The success of one venture doesn’t guarantee the success of every venture taken by the same intelligence alliance. What happens to the rest of us? What happens to those of us who are not recognized or included in the ruling alliance? What is our value? Who fights for us? What is my place and purpose in a world run by intellectual, political, and financial alliances to which I don’t belong? Is there anything I can do to gain acceptance and participation in the ruling class? Do I want to belong to the ruling class? Is the goal of my little life to rule the world? What do I want to do? What do I want to accomplish with my little life?

We are not all geniuses. We do not all want to be geniuses. We cannot all qualify to belong to an intelligence alliance of geniuses. Intelligence alliances rule the world, but they are neither omniscient nor omnipotent. Can I rule my little corner of the world with my limited intelligence? Do I have the power to rule my own life, even though I will never participate in a ruling alliance? Do I want to be a power broker? No. Do I qualify to be a power broker? No. What can powerless men and women do to have happy, healthy lives?






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Friday, November 27, 2015

Homemaking and Housekeeping

HOMEMAKING, WORSHIP, WRITING


Pretty lady does household chores.
Things are not as they have been in the past. Things are not as I tried to make them in the past, and I have proven not to be sufficient for a lot of things. As life goes on, we learn what we are sufficient for and the pertinent lessons are not always easy. I would like to spend more time being a homemaker and housekeeper, which includes learning how to do it. I have not spent much time making a home for myself, and I regret it. I’m sixty years old and I haven’t made a real home for myself and others to enjoy. I have not learned how to be a good host. I don’t cook. I don’t entertain. I have not done the things that most other people do as normal parts of their lives. Whose fault is that? I made my own choices along the way to get where I am now. I did what I thought was best. I have done a few good things, but I have not accomplished what I had hoped to. Who can’t say that? Even very successful people say that.

I have to work, rest, and eat. Human life requires that I work to support myself. Biology requires that I take time to eat and sleep. Poor mortals work in order to do the other things in life that they would like to do. There is no life without work. It is essential. I choose to worship God, read, write, and socialize with my free time. It is up to me to figure out how most effectively to use my free time for the enjoyment of life. The efficient use of one’s own time is a universal, human challenge. Some of us do a better job than others. Some of us don’t even try.

I want to continue writing, as I have for many years. Thank you for the art of writing, Father-Mother; I do enjoy it. I want to worship God, as I have done from my youth. I want to make a real home for myself and others to enjoy. Homemaking and housekeeping require time and effort, work. I need to take the time and make the effort to have a real home, like other people do. I need to learn how most efficiently to schedule my activities for the best result. I need to discover what I’m capable of and do it.






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Friday, November 6, 2015

Suffering Saints and Poor Little Men

SUFFERING, SAINTHOOD, HUMANITY


Jesus with the crown of thorns, looking heavenward in his pain.

What happened to me, Lord? What happened to my life? It hasn’t turned out the way I had thought or hoped it would. It hasn’t turned out to be much of anything. Sex—the big bugaboo. Sex the mystery. Sex the big stumbling block. Naiveté. There are few people who are more naïve than I am. Sincerity and naiveté join forces to take a poor man nowhere.

Sex, whether I liked it or not, was always a big thing for me. I couldn’t get away from it in one form or another, and it’s still creeping around the margins of my life. If it could, it would work its way into the core of my being and take over. I doubt that I’ll let it take over but, after all these years, I still haven’t kicked it out. Celibacy, marriage, and casual sex. Choices. Celibacy is for saints, and I’m not a saint. Sainthood isn’t all about sex. Just because a man abstains from sex doesn’t make him a saint. People reduce everything to the lowest common denominator. Sexual abstinence is equated with holiness. Sexual indulgence is sin, and sexual deviance is wicked.

I would like to be a saint, but I am not. I’m not sure exactly what I am, but I’m not a saint. There’s a difference between catching a glimpse of yourself as spiritual idea and being a saint. I might have a sense of spiritual truth, but sainthood is conferred not claimed. There’s no such thing as a self-appointed saint. Mankind selects those for whom it has special reverence and elevates them to sainthood. The rest of us merely fend for ourselves in an indifferent, unfriendly world, buoyed by our spiritual intuition and the struggle to be always good. There’s nothing wrong with pursuing the spiritual life without worldly approbation or acclaim. One does not enter the spiritual path to win wealth, fame, and worldly approval. There are better ways to get rich quick. The spiritual way is peace, love, joy, and blessedness. Spirit is health and happiness. It doesn’t guarantee success or prosperity. We live in the world, but are not of it. Love God, and share his blessings with others summarizes the spiritual life.

It is possible, not probable, for me to be celibate. Going without sex is not my highest priority. Maybe it should be, but it never has been. That partly explains where I’m at in the world. Sometimes I think I should do more with sex than less. I like the idea of exploring the potential for sexual relationships. I seem to have reached a dead end with regular relationships. There’s got to be more to life than this. I could be very wrong, but I’ll give it a shot and make a correction if I have to. Sexual adventurism and experimentation. I should have done it a long time ago. I’m kind of old to be getting into this stuff now. But, I've always been a late bloomer and boys still like me.