On Male Arousal And Habitual Splitting Into "animal" And "sublime"

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On Male Arousal And Habitual Splitting Into "animal" And "sublime"
On Male Arousal And Habitual Splitting Into "animal" And "sublime"
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If women understand everything about men’s excitement, what is “all men only think is to put a woman to bed,” then to men themselves, about themselves, everything is not so obvious. More precisely, it becomes not so obvious if you start listening to yourself.

In an amicable way, the idea of our narrow-profile needs, which hovers on the surface in the female world, is not so far from the truth. For quite a long time, the reaction of women to male sexual arousal has become more and more accusatory and shameful. Lunge something like "All you need is sex!" leaves not much room for maneuver. Male identity, hardened in the wild Middle Ages, and not only, suggests that you need to turn your weakness into your advantage. Therefore, we men choose to proudly admit it. Quite often you can hear from the lips of men a beautiful pathos on the topic of our right to sex, given by nature itself, polygamy, and so on. I know they did. Sensitive female ears, of course, hear this as the right of men to use women in their carnal pleasure. Moreover, with impunity. Also without giving anything in return. Like, men, and you didn’t fucking go for an hour? Hence, this hackneyed theme that modern women want to sell themselves more expensive. Part revenge, part defense mechanism, part understandable adaptation. Or, alternatively, renounce men altogether. Jokes aside, I understand women, especially those who have been hurt by men. All that remains is to shame, blame, and demand. A vicious circle, where less vulnerability and more and more opposition slip between women and men. More and more guys who have the right to have sex and know how to buy it. More and more girls who know their own worth, and besides the price, they don't know anything about themselves. And all would be fine, one might say they got used to it, but no, alas. Everyone is very lonely.

To understand why we men remain single, it is necessary to trace the chronology of our sexual development. What do I personally know about the nature of my arousal? To be honest, nothing. Nobody told me about him.

Do you know what happens to development when it is left to itself? It follows the path of least resistance. Men, at least in our country, are doomed to self-development. Imagine a teenage boy on his own. He has already found his penis. He even knows what he is for. According to rumors, of course.

The parents also tried to explain, but nothing was clear from their text. It is not difficult to guess how to use your hands, as well as the necessary movements, in order to start experiencing pleasure, it asks itself. And here it is, an orgasm! Ta-daam! And now this teenager thinks he knows everything about himself. Then the first crush and the obvious correlation between the hard-on in the pants and that particular girl over there. The first tension that is knocked out by masturbation. It brings relief. And in my head little by little a seemingly understandable scheme develops, what to do with all this excitement. Cherchez la femme, as they say.

But to trace the correlation between the period of active masturbation in adolescents and the beginning of the course of foreign literature with the study of the famous Standal, Byron, Lermontov and, of course, Pushkin is difficult for adults, but for adolescents themselves it is completely impossible. And the idea is that the experience of sexual arousal that arises due to age-related development, a friendly society will develop and expand. Explain that sexual arousal is not an effort-result, but a self-sufficient process in which it is pleasant to be and just feel it. This is a pleasure in itself. But the echoes of the Soviet protocol of upbringing, along with this its "… there is no sex!", To this day affect the culture of our country. There is no sex in the literature, the Ministry of Education has worried about it, there are only lofty feelings. Our parents are themselves prisoners of this system, bribes from them are smooth. But there is sex in porn. Teenagers learn everything there. Everything is very simple there, distorted - good. There, of course, they don't look into each other's eyes, and they don't write poetry, but everything is clear and understandable.

But here's the dilemma: watching porn is ashamed and generally forbidden, and reading about lofty feelings is not interesting. There is no middle ground, you have to choose. An untrained male mind will always choose an orgasm (by the way, this is the question of cheating). But for good, a teacher of foreign literature, I would connect the two worlds of flesh and feelings, telling the guys and our teenage hero that the notorious and, of course, brilliant Byron actually also walked with a boner. And he had sex. And in general, I wrote a lot with this riser. And most importantly, I was happy with this very boner, because this was what I was inspired by. But no, this is hard to imagine. Everything should be clean under censorship. Let the parents talk about sexual arousal. Next, our teenager is waiting for an awkward attempt at first sex, where everything worked out in general. True, rather, from stress than from an amazing process. But the main thing is what happened. The word "turned out" will be a companion of this guy for a long time. And now he, an accomplished man, knows what and how to do.

Further, it would seem, it should be easier. Already became more mature, in extreme cases, you can share your experience with your (men) in a bathhouse or in a bar, find out what's new. But here, too, an ambush. First, everyone is the same. Secondly, if you did not know dear women, then we men do not talk about sex, as you do. We do not share details, we do not describe the process. Male conversation about sex is reduced to simple: was / was not, liked / disliked, as well as a dry assessment of your lovely forms. "She has a sticky chest, a tight ass, a flat stomach." Men can only talk about sex with a touch of bragging, because no one has canceled men's competition. And if there is nothing to brag about, say, something did not work out, then a man would prefer to remain silent than to share. You will never hear in a man's conversation the details of sexual experience, something like "she loves when I bite her nipples, she then moans, and it excites me very much." I'm sure even this hour half twisted with awkwardness. Yes, men don't say that. Because to tell that is to let another man into your bed. And we are not used to sharing because of our power. Look, someone impressionable, wants to take the beloved away. Any attempt to clarify something for yourself on the part of sex has a devaluating nature and comes down to gee-gee. If a man tells a story like "think, I had a girlfriend, and somehow during sex she took it and put her finger on me.." then this is always a gee-gee story that makes fun of an absurd situation. Whatever, no one would have guessed that this is actually a question “guys, is this generally normal? I liked it.” And already, based on chuckles and answers, the man isolates information for himself. Nobody wants to be vulnerable. Therefore, you can't really enrich yourself here either. And as luck would have it, the number of questions is only growing.

There remains only reconnaissance in force. And this is a very disturbing and embarrassing process. It is lucky if there is enough resource to take risks and on the way there are delightful women, thanks to whom you can learn something about yourself. That arousal is not only a process that takes place at a speed of 130 heart beats per minute. That eye contact in a few seconds can be eternity long. This is when the very specks of dust freeze in the air. That from within, the amazing question "will there be life after sex?" Because it so happens that you bring a girl home after a date, and somewhere deep down you realize that you don't want sex at all. I want to strip naked, wallow, kiss and chat. But it's hard to believe yourself. Well, how so, brought home, I'm a man. We'll have to fuck. Can you imagine? Read it slowly.. have to fuck. And you will have to, because there is no skill, to listen to yourself, your needs. Because there is porn in the head, where they don't talk, and Pushkin, where there are feelings, but everyone is dressed. Nobody said that this happens, and therefore, the status - no matches were found. You remember what the untrained male mind chooses. This is when not "fuck" chooses us, and we choose "fuck". This is a colossal difference.

In the end: no sex. Male dignity sends a text message from below to the brain: “everything is clear, calf tenderness, I am not needed here. If anything, call. The signature is your penis. " But the brain does not perceive this signal. There is panic in my brain and only one thought: "your mother, I have problems with potency." And it's good if there is an incredible woman in bed who, realizing what is happening, says “hey, everything is fine, this is tenderness, out of tenderness it is difficult to penetrate” (c). I want to cry from gratitude. Because you just realized something about yourself.

Here's a serious man's world. How not to do it. And you can get dressed up here at every step. And you say that we only want sex. What the fuck is sex? We would have to figure out what's what here. Sex is so, the most understandable option.

Do not rush to get satisfaction, but be in this excitement, do not give a damn about all the rules and just listen to yourself. Now I really miss this experience.

(c) Ilya Poludenny

Picture - Egon Schiele

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