Logic is the smaller and more fragile must be abused because you must not strike as civil but powerful. How a young woman is a threat makes one vomit. I have been imposed a huge amount of rules to follow to fulfil what is expected of a woman and girl. Rules are not ambitious, they are to make understandable femininity. The sickening automaton which happens without much thought. Does not require intellect, though the obedient think so. It is just the thing of my dangerousness and power of the small: the logics is that woman is the one who causes hurt and is flawed. It does not matter what she feels or what happens to her. She is a servant not the boss. Her power is not understood. Her hurt is irrelevant because she is dangerous with what she has got and what can happen by her. She can disturb and turn something stagnant upside down and therefore must be punished before hand.
Gazing is one punishment. The other is the place where one must stand, bend over and do what women do. What happens to her is deserved. Watching, looking, gazing, monitoring always have meaning, one can think what are the results (authority) and gained prizes (power). It is a train of ugly thoughts which show on you without you knowing it. Immediate, a thing of imagination or lack thereof, a cultural loop which happens without thinking what happens there and what you are doing. The justification is something which belongs to traditions and thinking where sexes are valued very differently and this is seen justified just because. What is the intelligent part? The powerful do not have to question themselves. Why such laziness is allowed? When you have reached a point in hierarchy you can stop evaluating yourself?
What is there to protect when she is not the one who needs protection? This objectification happens in an instant. She appears and what she represents is sex. It can’t be talked about, addressed in other ways than looking. Gazes go from head to toe and from each other who is looking with you, and she is the intruder although she is being invaded and intruded. There is no logic obviously when she is the uncivil and a kind of empty. The only meaning she has within is her gender, sex and meanings of those are finished and set, settled and reasoned.
To be under monitoring and constant observing as if I was a specimen, an oddity, scary known/unknown especially in the manner of someone disturbing a ’peaceful’ unchangeable and solid something, something good, valuable and worthy, almost holy. To look at holding power of a group is to ridicule and make feel small. To be something to watch out for is a delicious position nevertheless if there is room for choice: choosing how to use this position. The thought is that one should be careful for the exact reason that one is talked about in all possible ways but mostly in negative sense. The negative is interesting and what does it do. Who creates it, why and what does it mean? I will have a reputation which affects my life in different kinds of ways. I have been made feel inadequate and my worth is in how I look like physically, mainly, and how I maintain that appealing look, but also inadequacy is in the eyes of those who use judgement as a power tool. They consider themselves as big and the one who is under microscope is small. What do they see is very biased, a cultural ill.
Could it be said that within conservative communities, people and scenes change very slowly because they think they have found the perfect form of existing and thinking and it is called civilised. They are more than. They are unable to change because they are so high and deserving of this place. They can talk about progress, equality, Marxism and kindness behind which they can hide. To change actually takes such effort it seems too radical and a loss. To live up to good ideals may not truly be exactly that.
Civilised is a curious idea. It follows a codebook and makes us do things in similar ways, realise our lives according to something which is to give impressions. Acceptance within community is mark of civilised. To bend the rules of civilised is allowed for members who are the most respected, wealthy, high in hierarchy. Men are allowed to bend the rules of civil more than women to whom such rules apply making prospects narrow and experimenting more dangerous, always out of the ordinary. According to experience and to what is plain in sight: those limits and rules are fairly easy to test. Reactions are violent. Hypocrisy is that sexes are made to act by, differently but in repeat. For women doing what men do is often out of the question. To be damaged, fallen and discarded happen for women just like that.
To name a prostitute in a way that she shall be most marketable and a product of fantasy giving the most pleasurable experience for money. It is an interesting way to create roleplay and turn something quite everyday into luxurious and desirable again and again. To buy sex is the most notorious thing or almost, still very out of the ordinary for many to think of doing, a kind of last option when options are few or non-existent. We need to come, have an orgasm to function, to be creative and relaxed, a kind of newly born and revitalized, reborn and unloaded to be reloaded. For many sex is a need like eating. It is in us built in to be sexual and the magnitude it rules us is obviously too much to take and everywhere, so how much sex is harmful? And to who? The amount of how much sex is in our minds and in front of us is massive, how much it is talked about and constantly somehow remade like a body is cut to look attractive for sexual purposes. It is to release oneself out of the boundaries set, not to have any, but we do need to have boundaries, because without limits we are lost pretty quickly. Stepping out of the lawful and respectable to be fun-loving and youthful constantly is the fantasy. The same is real for the one who sells sex, it stops being anything other than a job? Although one has done the work of releasing oneself of ties of decency or is in the situation of no other option than to sell sex or other work is just dull. The lack of options and freedoms is what is the worrying issue. Are we being forced as it seems and we are basically valued for our looks as long as it lasts?
What is wanted of a sex worker is the service which is dangerous and hazardous, exciting and against the rules of proper behaviour and very addictive plus a life short-lived too often. It is to let all inhibitions go and become the animal and be used. Use humans for sexual pleasure only one can say asking who is the animal. Putting all out there, all being the body, what it can do and give, how far can you go. A warm body, touching it, a body touching another, penetrated, which can be one idea to own someone for a moment and reasons there are few, survival being the biggest to buy and sell sex. For some sex equals living to the fullest. Then there are more ruthless ideas why. Body is the fantasy and object of use and abuse, which is not unhuman but very human behaviour. What does body represent is sex and value comes with it. We are sex and what these concepts sex and body do for us on mental and material levels, sex and sexuality seem to be the most interesting issues today, equalling freedom of choice. One can wonder is it really that interesting as identity. Sex is an enormous taboo which taboo creates restrictions, crimes and forbidden fantasies. It is the we can’t, we must not, we should not sometimes even think about it, it’s dirty. For many sex or any reference to sex is ugly. It is pushed away as something filthy and dirty, which thought feeds the fantasies. Today I see less and less beauty there though. But firstly sex is to make babies and have a family, not harmless fun, which culture today promotes and celebrates.
When we can’t in the bedroom, we can’t much anywhere else? Women’s value fades when they lose sexual desirability, interestingly.
Power of sex is enormous and it is everywhere creating interest, addiction and focus. It can be called pornofication of the mind. To me it seems it is finding all possible ways to express the basic need we have and what we truly want and want to see, see inside and discard, all is on the surface, we don’t want to know you, you are your body. Strangely denial makes us yearn for the forbidden. When lots of things stay forbidden for their corruptive effect and sexuality being the biggest demon out there, we go looking for the forbidden partly because it feels freeing and fun. We are in search for the fun in an instant. Fun being banned for it is against God and against society which somehow makes strange scenes, but what is God? We become prohibited, afraid, anal, you know when you have fingers and head up your arse. Afraid of doing wrong, afraid of doing against the authority, afraid of yourself, afraid to live, afraid of who you are, afraid to go search for who you are, afraid to speak out and against the oppressors, afraid of nudity, afraid of something very normal corrupting us, afraid of sex and afraid of truth. Sex is truth? Gender is not. To think sex corrupts our minds is therefore a corrupt thought? Fear is corruptive, addiction and compulsion corrupt. Fear of breaking something which must be broken. Fear of sex is to be afraid of who we are?