Posts Tagged 'Sexuality'

Post Sexual

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The other night I was watching a movie and there was a scene where a girl had her tits out and they were BEAUTIFUL. I tried my DAMNDEST not to sexualize them, to see them as ‘just breasts,’ but they kept presenting themselves as ‘tits.’ As I stared I started to meditate on a time when her and I both looked like the ‘couple’ in the picture above; when ‘tits’ were merely provisionary…

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A Fag, a Nigger and a Spic walk into a trap…

An ‘offensive‘ joke that references race, religion, sexuality or any other ‘sensitive’ subject matter is like a fragrant, impossible-to-resist hunk of cheese that attracts identity fetishists; brings them out into the light and then SMACK!!! traps ’em. Now we can all gawk at ’em; see just who among us is ADDICTED to their superficial identities; see who is fighting tooth-an’-nail to keep their heads above the surface; the ones afraid to dip below to that unifying regardless-of-‘who’-you-THINK-you-are-love-is-love-and-fear-is-fear place. That ‘bloody truth’ that comedians trade in.

The great thing about a (good) ‘offensive’ joke (not talkin’ about that hacky “look at me saying ‘nigger’ without any context just for a cheap unfunny thrill” shit) is how it exposes the diversity of our fakeness. I think some comics avoid mining this territory because they fear people who—simply because the comic doesn’t look like them—may feel ‘obligated’ to protest, which (given the vociferousness/notoriety/level of ‘victimhood’ of the protester) could result in the comic getting labeled (read: ceremoniously ‘branded’) a Racist™, Sexist™, Homophobe™, etc.

But you know what?

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My Brand

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I know I high-horse about ‘mainstream media mystification‘ all the time on here, but I get why we do this, I’m not immune myself. I’m well aware of the fact that mainstream media is basically the PR team for my superficial ‘type’: Brown-Skinned Male of a Multicultural Democratic Nation. (To parse that down to a popular brand: Black American Guy™) They are responsible for a reputation that precedes me around the globe. This brand informs peoples of far flung lands about ‘what to expect’ from me WELL before I even set foot on them. That means they probably think I can’t get enough of big asses, sex-dancing to songs about sex-dancing, slam dunking and non homemade sweet potato pies. I SHOULD have an interest in this! A VESTED interest! Instead I’m cold-shouldering it in favor of championing other streams, but maybe I need to train some of my attention on reforming the big-timers… Or just hope that there are other people around the world who aren’t concerned with living up to and/or avoiding their brand’s ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ expectations. People just naturally averse to ‘branded’ culture. Those I-go-wherever-my-fancy-flies types. Those Free Spirits™, those— Hey, what the fuck was that ™ shit all about?!

Some MORE shit about sex…

The following is an informal sequel to this post. It touches on the nature of same-sex attraction. Enjoy.

I’ve been bouncing around this idea that perhaps people on the Kinsey 6 side of the scale possess a disgust for masculine/feminine physicality. I’m not saying they HATE men or women, but that they may be repulsed1 by the machinery of the opposite sex (all the textures, scents and tastes2).

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There’re layers to this shit…

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Why do some of us assume that [insert ism of choice] is THE factor and not perhaps one of several factors? Something One v. The Other happens and we assume that [insert ism of choice] is the PREVAILING factor (which divides us into two separate groups, aka ‘warring factions‘).

Shit’s starting to get REALLY boring…much like my incessant complaining about it. Oh, the irony.

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Memes, due to their lack of authors—who come with impact-mitigating baggage like names, faces and most importantly: the ability to be scrutinized—come off as authoritative statements delivered by wise, disembodied voices. This—and the fact that they pithily corroborate their poster’s agenda—may explain why we seldom fact-check them before posting (or co-signing); we’re too caught up in the mania of ‘sharing’ or more accurately: weaponizing (mis)information. It’s visceral, masturbatory; satiates, but doesn’t fulfill.

The nature (“ZOMG!!! You hate/fear the same things I hate/fear!!! Let’s be friends!!!”) and blistering speed in which these memes and other dubious information proliferate social networks has me wondering if such a thing has occurred—albeit relatively slower at times, due to the fact our ancestors had to physically move about the globe to spread their ‘memes’—throughout our entire history of records. That means everything from religious texts to historical accounts may be as ‘accurate’ as a meme declaring Obama the Antichrist.

I wanna be down…

Social media is like crack to serial panderers. And the more your pandering is co-signed the worse your addiction gets…

    “Oh shit, I got 100 likes when I called so-and-so a reverse-racist, fat-shaming sociopath. I guess I know what my next 47 posts are gonna be about.”

Whole ‘movements’ have been borne out of such pander continuums. Sometimes these movements originate within small minorities of genuinely concerned folks, but then the serial panderers get wind and do what they do best and then others pander to the panderers and before you know it a clusterfuck of pandering breaks out and the ‘genuine originals’ get buried under all the bullshit.

Some of us align ourselves with certain movements in order to win kudos, approval, acceptance. And you know what: What’s really WRONG with that? Yes, it may be disingenuous, but we do it for genuinely ‘primal’ reasons. We want to belong. Be a part of something.


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