Its pretty fucked how much of our lives are beyond our controll. I dont just mean that in a deterministic way - that all our life takes a path that is determined entirely by our surroundings and genetics, rather than a fallacy like 'free will' - but also in a more simple and mundane way.
Such as; sex. Our hormones, pheremones, and simple animal instincts in the depths of our brains determine just about everything to do with sex. We all think we have controll over all that shit, but in reality it is sex that is controlling us. It has ingrained itself to such an intrinsic degre into our basic make up that it is fairly close to impossible to ignore it. Sure, there are religious people who seem to manage, but even god isnt infallible; some of his beloved priests and bishops excetera have been known to break the guidlines in rather drastic fashions. I wont speak of the incidents in question, because im sure your fairly aware of them.
Dosnt it piss you off that we are so hardwired for sex that it is so unavoidable that people would rather rape than just go without it? And surely it would have been possible for the one true diety - lady luck - to construct something more viable than a system of such twisted despiration that people are know to fornicate with just about anything - animals, corpses, inanimate objects, relations, children. I mean, how important was it to reproduce? How much of a rush must nature have been in to produce such a fucked up instinct as that?
Dont it distress you that our bodies are so constructed that sex is the most pleasurable thing? That we are constructed, within the womb of our mothers, to have huge concentrations of nerve endings in just the right places, to have glands which basically drug the human into a sex-obssessed frnezy, to have this ingrained, intimite desire to ejaculate all our meaningless, forgotten little bastard offspring into some appropriate vessel? This fucked up nature that causes all the horific sex-acts mentioned above is the very same one we trust to guide us to our appropriate other half, to the spare set of genes that we will hand to our offspring.
Where do we draw the line? Where does sex end and pervertion begin? What is pervertion? And how far can we trust these bodys of ours that punish us for storing up our seed, and which showers us with sensory gifts when we choose to indulge it? How do we know that our bodys know what they are doing, if there are so many others out there that do what is clearly 'wrong'?
Sex is fucked. The whole system is based upon the centurys-old idea that procreation is the most vital thing we could do with olur lifes. This view is unnecesarry in a world rent with overcrowding, and so is this ingrained obbsession with the most beautiful and most harmful thing any person can do.
Of course, there are other examples of the exreme controll our bodys have over our supposed, and frankly laughable, 'free will', but sex is the most interesting and most prevalent.
Fuck sex.
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