Women who make pornographic images, not by displaying themselves, not to display themselves but portraying sex. Their right to pleasure and to correct the imbalance.

That porn is for male pleasure, that it is for men’s eyes and gaze, that naked, fucking women sucking cock do what they do not to please themselves, but only their partners, only the male viewer. It is a stereotypical view, true, sure. How do women claim their right to their pleasure which is as important and why is this topic an ongoing issue that has to be brought up? It is the same as sex and porn being ridiculous to some, disgusting, objectifying and unnecessary. That it is shameful although sex in advertising is a full on phenomenon that does not bother hugely many.

In a way I display myself by drawing a pornographic drawing. I am curious and have no shame because I do not see I should feel ashamed. It is my curiosity to see how bodily holes can be put in use to make a pleasurable impact. Where pleasure comes from, for whom it is. Who can feel pleasure through porn and why it is interesting, porn and pleasure? What is porn and where do we draw the line of acceptable?

Subject slave part of the game. Pleasing till you are bleeding. Is it an echo of the old fashioned ways from the old fashioned days? I don’t think so. It is very much thing of today.

Yes I understand it must be in our blood, in our upbringing, from where pleasing, wanting to please, of being less and expecting to please, not be pleased comes from. Women are surrounded by messages of slavery, enslavement. They are to take enslavement as their part, part that cannot be battled nor done away with. I think it is a very ruling kind of way of directing and manipulating how women and girls should be and what to become. We do not question it hard enough for some reason. We like our part that much? It is strange for a woman to be something else, out of the ordinary. Those who dare to break the pattern are too few and punished in many ways, socially and mentally in painful ways. The mere wonderment over sticking out can be weirdest experience itself. Women are bullied and forced to be part of the flock that thinks the same, of those who do not act any differently from others, who do not dare or see an interest in doing things in other ways. It is a strange strategy of keeping women soft outside and inside focusing on the things that women are supposed to be interested in. We are supposed to be interested in the feminine things that everybody knows are feminine. I call it programming and a brainwash. Those feminine things are for some reason keeping up as feminine. Borders are strictly drawn, not easily crossed, not easily jumped over just like that at all.

Reasons for women’s need to please parents, family, husband, children, relatives, the eye and the mind may be in our biology, our desperate need to love and be loved, fear of abandonment, bear the weakness like it was the only truth and the fragility as there was nothing else behind it. Definitely our history should work as a wake-up call for all to critically consider position of women in society as subjects who put everybody else’s needs and interests in front. It can be an admirable part for a woman to give oneself completely in service and forget oneself while doing that good deed. As it was inevitable to prevent something bad from happening this way. To define female weakness is to know it and abuse it, fragility, loneliness and loss. Femininity that is below and marked, chased, fought, used, taken for granted, something unchangeable, taken advantage of and women themselves let it happen till they break and cannot take it anymore.  As if they do not have any other way than live by the rules made for them. Look happy, look like a woman, smile, don’t look like that, look at that, what a tart, don’t encourage, don’t make mistakes, don’t do wrong, this is wrong, don’t encourage unwanted behavior, you have an evil thing in you, it is a man’s world, between your legs, you should be wanted, do not want yourself, but be wanted.

Who draws the line when do differently and what is different, how to know for sure what is right other than trying it out, the way one wants and what to want, just like that! What ludicrous questions! Who decides what a person can be? What someone, a girl can become, what a woman can do for a living, how to live? What kind of behavior is accepted for a female? What does it depend on? It is a narrow corridor with few doors to enter and preferably one waits for the right man. We so much fear failure, judgment and mistakes. Who decides for her and why is she incapable for deciding for herself? When did a woman become incapable?

Couple of things make me wonder, for one: how are we programmed to please and who do we please to make the most? Pleasing as acting kind of behavior to appeal in a certain way to get the wanted result.

A sermon on Thursday: I have deep faith in human evil. No, I don’t wish it to exist and happen, but still it does, deep. I know it sounds so terrible, but I just cannot help myself.

There is nothing that changes in terms of hatred, because it is the easy way and collective. It accelerates, spins faster and faster without us wanting to stop. We belong to it, we are of more hate than of love. Revenge is a tool for those who are not able to change, who do not want change, who are righteous. This means I have faith in people and their acting in a certain way like clockwork. You make yourselves repeat the same. You think you are complex, that is the funny part. Things you accomplish may be, but you are not.

My faith means I think there are things in us that do not change and it is the way we think and how those thoughts make action. It is not something new – evil and my faith in it. All the good people who also are bad people is a norm. We are good in our sinister, illusion-filled and self-loving way, as much as there is room for good and usually there is very little. People do have to some extent faith in the good in people, it gives us hope. We define the good and we must seek it, even promise our devotion to it. Those who exist among and within the bad is the difficult and horrible scenario and a fact, living with and inside bad knowingly, like accepting it, avoiding it so, that it does not touch nor hurt, scared and sunken. What a ludicrous idea altogether. There isn’t much we can do as it seems. Evil humanity could not be more obvious.

To have faith in the good while doing the bad is a weird thought. We cannot honestly say evil prevails in us and because of us even though it clearly does. We say it is far away and someone else. We do not admit to it and we attack it and we hate it lovingly. To have faith in those who hurt knowingly and deliberately we like to give patriotic and other explanations. To do it yourself is the unthinkable but done effortlessly. I think we are exited about the bad in us. It gives us a thrill. All the things we can do. We like to believe liars and live in a world of violence and say we are better than people before us. We have evolved.  This is my faith in humanity. I believe in the bitter, hurtful and evil man. He is true to himself to the end and in a way true in his actions. Pass on the bad and it will live forever and expand many times over. The most effective part of humanity is the opposite of what is thought is good. The most effective we are in our bitter hatred. To have faith in evil of course testifies that I am evil and I do evil, I commit and worship evil. Maybe that is true since I am a human being, but at least I question myself. I do it everyday. There is no escape for humans what comes to evil. I do not know whether people who do evil things consciously declare themselves evil, very possibly they do not. Hypocrisy and denial keep the image and posture no matter what you do. People are masters of deception, self-deception and deceiving others to benefit the most powerful, to keep on going on this chosen path. I think we do change the world but not ourselves, because to change as a person is difficult and demands constant effort, which is mostly painful. Honesty and sincerity do not make the biggest paychecks, get the best respect, best positions, most friends and most wealth.

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”They want you to lift the veil pulled over your eyes by the progressives who secretly control society. Like Neo escaping the Matrix, your choice is to wake up and see how the world really is, discarding religion, subjectivity, and feminist indoctrination. Conspiracy theorists, Men’s Rights Activists, Pick-Up Artists, GamerGate, even theNeoreaction: all of these communities share a common creed, tech-fluent and superficially self-aware. To outsiders, it’s distinctly conservative. But they don’t see themselves as conservatives at all.”

The burning Sheets(pink). Naivety of a dream catcher on a concrete balcony with glass shades on the first floor. Disliked the kitsch and the thought of a b-horror movie in YouTube in ten parts.

pleasing stuffing, filled but not full, exhausted, drained, sucked, emptied, done. Wanting to fill it because of lack of content and the feeling of fulfillment all the time that is compulsory. Drank in between the birches in cool calm despite the sign of a mall in bright red behind there and the dirty double trailer truck on the side of the road towards a pulp factory which has been closed for some time. It is dark. Drinking in the dark the blue, yellow and red, drinking a wish and the thought of full, drinking the landscape, drinking the melancholy and the night, drinking the time, drinking the passing cars, drinking the dirty snow, drinking the shoes, drinking the hands. Not who drank but why. The problem is what you are. That is why.

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All the things you can do by the pool

meet a naked vibrating man
to be an inconsiderable prick and float
take part in an orgy
routine penetration
make love, moan
hold your feet in the water, move your feet
have a drink, have another drink
have a tan, put sun lotion on
jump in the water, splash the water
smoke a cigarette and watch the sun
lie on a towel and watch the sky
watch swimmers
watch people have sex in the night
make a movie with your phone, dance holding your phone

To know the world through unheld desire

It is to forget wisdom and finding it. Yes, there are mistakes, the unthinkable. There is mess, the intolerable. There are undesirable things that appear to you and you won’t like them. They drive you nervously out of balance. Things that are found under that shouldn’t be there, something should be solved, but not the things that can be forgotten or leave unsorted or get over with the easy stuff first. There isn’t a time without something to be solved, mostly it is you, it is always you. One thing is the cover suit that protects you from infection, it is for your own good and courtesy to other people. They will know your task. It is to avoid from getting dirty, from harm, from others, from touching, from contact, that fear that suspicion, skin and cells, hair and smell. To be protected from contact, wear a mask not to be seen, not to inhale the unseen, unpreventable still, unpredictable deadly disease that spreads via secretion and breath. Afraid of the deadly virus and there is no cure. It is precaution, it is to be sure in isolation. Desire in the world of neurosis gets shrunk. It is death. All is covered by death. The want and the need to live, smell of death and you have to breathe it in order to solve it, to have the wisdom to know the world, to have time to know the world. To pass on wisdom of the world, to keep on living, to reflect the world outside of me, world which affects me, shapes me and is me, is in me. To fall apart inside a suit that I put on to protect me.

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