I've realized I don't know shit. Pretty humbling for someone who thinks he has things figured out. The few things I have figured out was done primarily vicariously through books and the occasional art house movie -- not much in the personal experience realm, probably because personal experience usually fucking hurts in some form or another.
We can dialogue, but we are always left at least partially removed from the other -- no matter how close our conversation becomes.
The appeal of sex, the appeal of the Orgy is that if somehow our bodies and flesh meld, then the subjective interior will follow. S&M is about creating a dialogue with power and submission, violence and non-violence. Sometimes the technique works, sometimes it doesn't.
I can word fuck you with my writing, but you still don't know a tenth of what goes on in my head and I know nothing of what happens when you read my words. The dialogue moves in and out, the whip snaps back and forth, but am I wielding the lash or are the welts being raised on my skin?
That's why what you read and hear is only 1/10th of what's being said. The rest is in the body language.
ReplyDeleteHow many times have liars been caught because of the eyes?
How many husbands believe their wives when they say "I'm fine." And they clearly aren't.
Point is, there's no need to feel alone. Human beings are startlingly predictable creatures. For all of our uniqueness, it begs the question 'how many other people think up the shit I do?' I'm guessing a lot. But how you word it, how you say it--no one can do it like you. No one wields the whip--or takes it, quite like you.
Body language is a tough one for the writer.
ReplyDeleteThank you for kind whiplash comments.
The predictability of the masses isn't something I take much solace in. The masses have a pretty poor track record of cruelty, ignorance and violence.
Think of me as a compassionate misanthrope.
PS: There is really only one person responsible for me not feeling alone. (Thanks)