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Men have vaginas.

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Title to a school essay: My religion good religion.

I believe men have vaginas and women can impregnate men. Men have uteri (man can have uterus), breasts, periods, mood swings, emotions, as we all, and need to share their emotions and thoughts. Women have penises and need to be powerful and strong pillars of society. Women are intellectually as capable as men are emotionally open. Men are able to reproduce like women, bear children, take care of them, nurture and love their children, take care of their families and of their households in a same way as women without it being an issue. In this way by having the same bodily functions and organs men can understand women and children, women can understand men. Men can place themselves into position of those who need support and love, understand those who are dependent on them as adults, parents and as companions. As men can get pregnant too, population of the world is increasing by far too fast, but as nature has made it, it is essential for creating a mental connection between the sexes, connection which is being made via bodily similarities, though I am not sure why gender differences matter in this case anymore, we are the same body. It is a whole different world where reproduction, sex, periods and all of sexuality is openly discussed and problems are immediately solved. There are no taboos and women are strong leaders. People can decide whether they have kids, families or concentrate on other things in their lives. Therefore in this case, because we fully understand each other’s needs, desires, beliefs, goals, expectations and emotions of others, world is a peaceful and equal place. It is a ready-made perfection, unity and a paradise for people who equally have menstrual circulation, for people who get pregnant as equally, who learn to share and respect life and difference from very early on.

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How to confront the complete inability to confront? Can you understand the wall of such helplessness and desperation which protects the soft spot helplessness and vulnerability with aggression?

eroticism that never leaves because we desire, never is wiped away because we want to be wanted, attempts to get rid off any sexual reference is useless, an itch, a curse, a need, a part to play

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There are erotic things we recognize erotic immediately, blond hair, showing full breasts and full lips (hah), accessories like black high heels, black underwear, anything black and tight clothing around toned bodies is a sign, a message and we look at such sights if they are there, because we enjoy them. We enjoy with our eyes. All kinds of reactions come about, thoughts. The more detailed, decorated the more burlesque, luring, luxurious, tempting and naughty, denied, banned, pushed away like horror that would reveal us what we really want. Erotics is an art of detail. We may think of those things if they are not present, dream of such things to wear or to look at. We look at the muscles, limbs, body parts, shapes, what is shown and what is not. Where does eroticism begin, come from is that we don’t have to look for it. It appears effortlessly, or seemingly with little effort. There are common sexually interesting features and materials which arouse savor, they are the clichés we are accustomed to, we are fed with, banalities of what sexuality is in mainstream. What is it?. Erotics is overused, capitalized. Porn is grotesque and obscene. I find it a necessary vent even the clichés: pvc-outfits, higher heels that are impossible to walk on, make-up, posing, fantasizing. Ultimately naked bodies in twisted positions. Something full dripping over, leaking over like liquid. Something that is erotic is never boring. It is still a task to put it in writing what is erotic. Human body is erotic to put it simple.

Erotica is a language that we should be able to speak, but often fail to for whatever reasons, mostly denial, fear and disgust. It is effortless but contradictory conflicting and difficult to approach. We can be naive or cynical about it. It is easy and impossible, but it is there not going away. Maybe it just is tacky, smelly and unpleasant remainder of our bestial self to put it in stereotypically normative frame. Something we like to forget. Sexuality is interesting since it does not fit in frames we so much like. It is something we like to reject, reject as a possibility, positive and joyful part of everyday. Because erotics for us is not an everyday mode, not for many women at least, not for us reasonable people who hide that side of ours, it is difficult and religion has something to do with this. It is intolerable and too enjoyable, too pushy, disgustingly everywhere, because it is not coded as the good positive thing to have but sinful, dirty and wrong that needs to be pushed distant but is force-fed, we are in constant difficulty with our sexuality.

To feel ashamed by eroticism, to hide behind a bashful little laughter. We are grown into feeling ashamed when we watch something erotic. Something that belongs to bedrooms and dark places, something, again, shameful a part of us so much that without erotic thoughts, images, desires, deeds we feel we are missing something essential, but we have to miss it to like it. Eroticism cannot be an everyday object. Objects are dead. We may be too practical for it to live with us as fully accepted part, maybe it is pragmatism to deny horny feelings. Erotica is never fully accepted, therefore we are damned. We are cursed by our desire, because of the inescapable nature of our existence. We cannot escape ourselves. Maybe sexuality would lose its edge if it was fully accepted as whatever forms it takes. What do you think? Would we be too liberated and get bored with the whole thing? To reject eroticism we become less human trying to achieve a perfect senselessness, obedient order of things without distractions or temptations.

Eroticism is cheap, it is sold and bought, true. That is much of eroticism today, a consumed item, a consumed feeling, body, intercourse, image, song, movie, advertising. Or is it so expensive we rarely can afford it? We cannot tolerate to be seen as sexual, as wanting sex.

http://review31.co.uk/article/view/314/the-rotating-bed”The weirdness of the image of Hefner in his PJs talking domesticity is doubled as we imagine this meeting of him and a similarly attired Preciado through the TV screen in the middle of the night. Just as Preciado’s curiosity stops him sleeping, so we are reeled in with a desire to see an organisation which is rarely regarded as representing anything more than the most superficial and exploitative entertainment from a totally unimagined angle.” 

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It is dirty say cunt. It is dirty to be a cunt. It is dirty to look at a cunt. It is dirty to talk about cunt. What a cunt is probably the worst profanity to say of someone.

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I never stop wondering. Curiosity attracts me. The kind of curiosity of how we get made, curiosity towards the world, what is it and how it works, keeps making itself. Desire to know has never left me nor has desire to push myself as far as I can. It is the most pleasurable feeling to learn to know what I can do and learn. Me, the small me.

 

Labia minora kissing Venus Impudique

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Vulva is a door. It is a sow and woman riding it. She lifting her skirt with dagger in her hand. Sight chases the demons away. Pit of chastity, of virtue, entry, passage way, vestibule, horns of Uterus, Fallobian tubes, Interforamireum, space between two holes. Genitalis Mueliebris Ambitus. There was a time when female genitalia had no shame. Women didn’t have to be ashamed of their bodies.

Openness that is seen as an invitation to invade and intrude.

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She is sex. She wants sex. She thinks of sex. She sees sex. She likes sex. She is sex. She invites to sex. She inspires to sex. She is sex. She thinks of sex. She means sex. She wears sex. She looks like she wants sex. She looks for sex. She is the reason to sex. She is her rape. She is evil. She is luring. She is bad, just bad. She is twisted. She is sex. She is for sex. She is to be penetrated and won. She is a prize. She is trash. She is to be owned. She is to be thrown away. It is her sex. She is dangerous. Her sex is to be controlled, tied and bound. It is her idea. It is in her, the idea of sex. My God it’s her.

Without her she gets made, a kind of other, malformation of sex. She needs persona and identity of her own. What does she make of herself, of this lot? Out of these forms of hers. She must build herself.

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Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Her reputation precedes her, irregular person, despicable.  She is what you heard, you think. What you made of her in your mind via your and other people’s speech. Isn’t she. Talk works like clay. Story of her could be continued in this way unless she would not act for her defense. Get that clay into her own hands. She needs herself to oppose, resist and defend herself. Nobody else does it. Nobody else is interested in her life. Her life what it really is, what she really is like and able to do. Her reality is not interesting to anybody but herself, she lives it, not you and makes it interesting. She makes her life even there is discouragement, contempt, laughter, ill talk, threat, there is so little faith in her that it is unbelievable and unbearable. To accept passively what goes on and on, because others accept it, it suits them and they say there is nothing one can do, for her it is not an option. That is her exceptional quality, active resistance, energy of hers.

Evaluations, descriptions, adjectives, measurements and comparisons, faults, flaws, drawbacks. Qualities we need. Qualities we have made us and what are they worth, how do qualities change. We imagine, make, consume and refine ourselves.

She is not right. Characteristics that is stated as a fact without further evidence than hearsay. Demonizing her to people who listen. Who asked about her. Without her she gets made. As if she died. Character of mist that makes you feel cold inside. Is this the same world we inhabit? You speak of me, but you do not confront me nor speak to me. How little respect there is, how little trust. She is what you heard as a fact. To think otherwise would be unthinkable. Thinkable pleasure, envious joy of dragging her down speaks mountains. She is not right.

She is not right. To kill is to entertain. It is to better yourself. To paint a picture of malicious woman is to draw a separating line. Pointing her out from above, from a distance, from acclaimed perfection, from accepted shameless perfection undeniable.

To know her is to say what she is. She is loud, she is noisy, she is quiet, she is broken, she is tense, she is irrational, she is shameless, she is lost, she is dead.