K R A V E N
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K R A \ V E N in reference to the discovery of Gliese 581g (aka the Goldilocks Planet) which scientists believe is habitable for life as we know it, and could be inhabited by life forms.
Any person who thinks this sort of education regarding sex is okay should be rolled off a cliff to see if they fly. - K R A \ V E N
Neighborly Love
To the wisedick with the unnecesarily loud motorbike you clearly make believe in your small, insignificant brain to be a Harley: I am going to tip that piece o’ shit over like a cardboard cutout if you insist on riding your little female-looking friends around the got damn apartment complex late at night.
If she’s even considering giving it up after a field trip on that lame excuse for a sidekick’s ride then she’s very likely a promiscuous little tart with horribly low standards, a poor sense of style, bad breath and an SAT score smaller than the amount of sex partners she’s had in her lifetime.
Judging by your ridiculous displays of courtship, it appears that’s probably the best you can get anyway. Nevertheless, I will not absolve myself of the duty to point out such things since I think so negatively of you for disturbing the peace and wish to illustrate this via outrageous slander that may or may not be true.
In summary, this is not a carnival at the outlet mall. Put your little fuckerymobile away and stop disrupting the only time in the day that I can get away from the pollution and noises of the outside world.
You Douchefactory.
Notice:
Don’t do that to me
Don’t sit there frozen at the edge of your seat
As I’m waiting for your magical pounce
Take the edge off my misery
Notice me.
Don’t mention it. And please, take my advice with a grain of salt. I speak from experience and observation.
You have to think that there are an overwhelming amount of married people that’ll tell ya their first night was horrible and awkward and often it doesn’t get much better. So if there’s still a chance at having bad sex (unfortunately, tens of thousands of wedding dollars later for some), why wait?? Get a head start. Discover what you like, what you hate, what you dislike, and what you love.
There’s nothing wrong with sex itself. It’s just up to us to ensure that the other person is someone you wouldn’t mind swimming around in your mind (and quite frankly your body) all day, everyday.
Though I’ve been in a committed relationship for about a year, I’m still not sure what’s so bad about getting amazing sex from someone without a sincere emotional attachment. So they’re broke with no job, maybe their purpose in life (at least temporarily) is for them to simply get you off. Who could turn such a thing down in a recession? Or ever??
Honestly, nothing says “thank you, have a great day out there and keep smiling in the shitty conditions you’re probably headed for,” like good sex. Not a game of Scrabble, not a “Poke” on Facebook, not a walk in the park.
It doesn’t even have to be “love” in the gross, Hallmark greeting card, bullshit sense of the word. Just at least a fond appreciation and honor that a friend or co-worker or bartender you can kick it with at the movies cares enough about you to take you to that special place every now and then (which, in my book is also good old-fashioned love anyway if you’re both enjoying it).
If we stay afraid of taking the chance at something epic, the uniform connection of magic that is overwhelming sexual chemistry between two people, on the grounds of “purity” and “virginity” or the fear that we won’t always be able to keep it, oh the horror.
Imagine being a kid and mom misses the only exit for Disney World and you wind up in a retirement community for summer vacation instead. That’s often a life of abstinence for ya.
If you get one and it works. fantastic. If you get one and it doesn’t, luckily there’s a few BILLION to choose from out there. Your period of abstinence will only make your downtime that much easier. LOL .
Just play it safe kids. Very safe. Happy Hunting.
K R A \ V E N
K R A \ V E N
ES.EE.EX.
-ES-
I try to write about sex from a profound standpoint, not a superficial one.
Sex is quite possibly the most powerful element that humans have learned to harness beyond music. It commands minds around the world. No matter what your religion or creed, color or gender, at some point in your life it awakens within you, this primal urge that demands you find something and mate with it fast.
Sex has inspired countless evolutions of its own expressions, our sensations and arousals heightened at the slightest lift of a long dress in the 1900s to the huge lift of a metallic gold leotard in the 2010s. From a couple positions then to a couple hundred now. From mere whispers, words and insinuations to loud, prevalent, Vegas-style Technicolor 3-D movies.
It has gotten people to paradise, heaven, Xanadu, and many other unknown, unconfirmed regions and territories beyond our normal dwellings. It has inspired men and women to write, to draw, to paint, to sing, to dance, to carry on life. It has inspired men and women to stalk, to cheat, to steal, to strike, to battle, to compete, to starve. To mutilate and transform their own bodies. To take and steal the lives of others and their selves.
Sex has been used, banned, abused, extorted, forbidden, held hostage, misunderstood, mistreated, malnourished, sold, segregated, integrated, demonstrated, automated, packaged, shipped, delivered, honored, adored, ignored, and abhorred…. often all at once.
-EE-
But sex, itself, not the way we perceive nor express it, is a wonderful, wonderful thing. It can captivate, motivate, and elevate the mind to places and worlds unknown. It is the most fantastic path to the parts of the universe we do not know. In one spectacular instance we can transcend our bodies, quite possibly beyond space and time, and connect the world where souls are created to this world, fusing together a brand new embryonic life.
I imagine sex as a meeting of the minds, a meeting of the bodies, a meeting of the lives. It is a time where the communication between the deepest, most secret, innermost portions of your core and your partner’s core is possible. It’s as if you’re reaching into the cosmos, and pulling down it’s most amazing secrets. Like you’re connecting not just two worlds, but two universes. The most perfect symphony.
Just like all things pleasing, sex can be glorified or demonized, hailed or hated, luxuriated or cheapened, handcrafted or mass produced, duplicated or imitated, personalized or socialized and I choose to glorify, hail, luxuriate, handcraft, duplicate and personalize sex. I plan to do this without producing smut, or pornography, or being vulgar (unless you’re just a complete prude who will inevitably find it to be all those things anyway).
-EX-
Sex is not something to be afraid of, nor ashamed of, as it is the reason for every single one of us. We can’t say that every person alive knows Buddha, Jesus, or Allah, but we can most definitely and most confidently state that every person alive has been made possible by sex. Think about that for a minute. Sex is as universal as the law of gravity. It even applies to numerous animals and plants. That we as humans have been given the gift to enjoy and take much pleasure in this ordinary act of nature is simply profound.
When we understand nature, we are more equipped to handle, foster, and help it grow. When we fear nature, we are as ignorant as the Neanderthal fearing the loud claps and booms of thunder as the hands of the gods, the lightning bolting from their staffs. When we abuse nature, especially in the arena of commercializing and profiting off of it, we destroy nature and help it destroy us. It only makes sense that one of The Universe, Nature’s, God’s, The Creator’s greatest gifts is subject to the same conditions, opportunities and limitations as nature itself.
Maybe if I dare take the route of making sex a happy, pleasant subject to discuss without making it gross, or trivial, people will be inspired to practice and reflect on it in only the most treasured, discerning and honored manners.
I mean, when you think about it, Sex and Death are virtually treated the same. Parents have to wait until the children are a certain age to explain it, and they even go as far as to read books and watch films to help them explain it. Sometimes it happens in hospitals, but most of the time it happens in the most random and peculiar places. When it happens for the first time, it’s either a spectacular or a traumatic event. Sometimes it happens too early, sometimes it happens too late. If something isn’t helping us in some way, shape, or form to attain and continue having sex, it’s probably helping us to avoid death. I eat to survive, or I eat to gain weight to look sexy. I have shelter to protect me from the weather, or shelter to attract the best mate.
Thus, in the same way that we fight to survive in fear of the cold grip of death, we fight to have sex, or love as some would prefer to say (which should inevitably, in a romantic, non-family relationship lead to sex (duh)), in fear of being alone. Misunderstood. Forsaken. For the rest of our lives.
So, I am proposing that there is a chance that sex could have the respect, honor and recognition that it deserves instead of falling in the awkward, depressing category as death if we reach to speak of it in an aesthetically pleasing, joyful and revered manner even between parent and child.
If a child is given a golden, one-of-a-kind necklace and told to guard it with their life, for it has been passed down through the generations and contains a remarkable value to us that no one could measure, they do just that. But if you swing a mass produced necklace in front of them, marvel at it a bit, complain about it, then trivialize it as mechanically as you can muster and tell them they could never have it, and attempt to hide it without success, well… what do you expect? They’ll find and take that necklace, and any other cheap jewelry they might find lounging around as well.
Sex is something to be proud, confident, tactful and classy about, not lacking self-esteem, self-respect, deplorable, and reckless.
Sex, I propose, is simply something we can still dream about, and dream about without being immature, fickle or crass. To dream of in the same manner that we dream those things sacred to us. To dream about without any shame.
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