Retarded sexuality
Jul 24, 2024 4:11:13 GMT 9.5
Post by tundrawolf on Jul 24, 2024 4:11:13 GMT 9.5
I'm on a roll today
The past few days have been a slap in the face to me, as my various adverse programming, have set me up to be endlessly miserable and detached from the humans around me, as I to, have discovered, I am a human similar to them, and in their group
My sexuality, propagated by my ancestors, who seems to be enjoying, swimming in the oppression systems sewer, committing acts of,
*Incest (Including child rape)
*Rape (of adults, animals, etc. even marriage partners)
*Bestiality (notice I said bestiality and not zoophilia. Zoophilia is a sexual act with an animal that is done out of love, and ethically, in spite of lesser human minds knee jerk reactions to it. BIG difference.)
I have become painfully aware, that these things are indeed, in my ancestral pool (Cesspool??) of the bloodline I find myself bathed (immersed) in.
From an ethical standpoint, these things, and their ramifications- are adverse (unethical, almost universally, undignified)
When I, go back on my life, I realize, that the number of missed opportunities for sexual bonding, healing, and enjoyment- are so many, that I am nearly driven to tears- and it persists even to this day, with a number of attractive women, flirting with me- and me, acting like a eunuch about it.
More, discovering of the adverse programming in me, that is designed to prevent me from participating in the human race, as a human being.
For, fucks sake.
It's one of those things that just make me smile.
I recall, the man who built the yurt where i hang out at sometimes, at night, where I had a conversation with a big cat- he had been stabbed as a child, and in the seventies, medicine was not advanced as it is now (In fact now, it is still barely out of the dark ages, just with fancy electronics) and the doctors had to re-arrange his internal organs the best they could after sewing the wounds shut, well they did not do a good job, and he ended up being in agony, in his older years.
He told me, the pain was so bad at one point, all he could do, was laugh.
Combined with, the idea that, his own wife turned against him, and accused him of having sex with his daughter- something he confronted her about saying, if it is true- then let's ask my daughter if I did this! (I believe he did not do it.)
I imagine, former version of myself, so broken, confused, adverse- that they are in such pain from the denial of life, of beingness, that all they can do, is laugh.
He told me, the pain was so bad at one point, all he could do, was laugh.
Combined with, the idea that, his own wife turned against him, and accused him of having sex with his daughter- something he confronted her about saying, if it is true- then let's ask my daughter if I did this! (I believe he did not do it.)
I imagine, former version of myself, so broken, confused, adverse- that they are in such pain from the denial of life, of beingness, that all they can do, is laugh.