another fucking sex rant

logic-based, written on the walk to work.

as i hit the sidewalk, the lyrics began in my head. “it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor.  would you be, please won’t you be, my neighbor.” http://youtu.be/8w9xk4hUKoQ

the next dance video will be the exquire track, then die antwoord. freeky.  yip yup. “the worst rapper on this track, third coolest. huzzah!”

oh yeah, the rant.

Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood was characterized by its quiet simplicity and gentleness. Episodes consisted of Rogers speaking directly to the viewer about various issues, taking the viewer on tours of factories, demonstrating experiments, crafts, and music, and interacting with his friends. Rogers also made a point to simply behave naturally on camera rather than acting out a character, stating that “One of the greatest gifts you can give anybody is the gift of your honest self. I also believe that kids can spot a phony a mile away.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mister_Rogers%27_Neighborhood

No, the last episode of “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood” won’t offer any closure. It will be like any other episode. The last week of programs deal with art education and culminate in an arts festival.
http://www.post-gazette.com/tv/20001112rogers2.asp

to the violent fascist teenage girl set, these attributes: gentleness, kindness, age appropriateness for all ages, are “creepy.”  as a child, these gentle acts were what i fell in love with, were what i aspired to be.  the constant violence around me, or threat of it, set me in the opposite direction, philosophically, at a very young age.

the whole environment was pretty fucking sexually repressed to, probably more by me than anyone else (how fucked up of a realization must that have been, huh?), resulting in a brief expression of physical gentleness, and then constant condemnation at the disconnect.  it’s what i learned “love” was.  i couldn’t see what i was doing, at the time, let alone understand its significance, or where it came from.  those things came upon its realization.  i wish to inflict no harm upon you, but until you see the harm that society demands, as that, we compete in non-essential ways, over false representations of readily available resources, requiring only small, but regular interaction, physically, mentally, emotionally, and essentially.  to do a task is to become the doer of that task.  if you hold any condemnation in your conception of reality for the doers of that task, these will inevitably explode upon another, and for life-essential tasks, that is unacceptable.  you will be quarantined until you can detoxify your actor.  let it play its role.  make it easier for one, you make it easier for everyone.  make it easier for everyone, you make it easier for the one.

this is the problem with sex.  it is still viewed competitively.  that’s fucked up.  it’s all a part of the compartmentalization of function and the helplessness we are sold by the banking masters.  there is no fucking audit committee.  whoever wants to keep an eye on the money situation may see the numbers.  they will be credited for their service to this end.  i’m not going to sit here, watching a system that prohibits those with free time from cultivating land owned by others.  simply because those “others” have an income stream (ripping off someone else.  sorry, taking money from someone else).  hey, the fact that every single business/government/person-to-person interaction doesn’t take proportional income/assets into account disgusts me beyond recognition.  especially given the condescension explicit in the interaction-style/methods/communications of the hier/patri/matri/monarchy.  the architecture itself, the very infrastructure, is completely unfair and built upon flawed premises.  the ultimate determining factor is force, and the commons, the collective, has that, to a greater degree, with greater intentionality, and for the purest purposes which have ever existed in this reality: love.

i have an autobots patch on the front of my hat.  it sits on the shelf of my study carrol, sorry, “computer center; provided through a generous grant from fauks brothers construction, inc.”  they have some of the biggest trucks in town, for a lot of towns.  yes, i want to work with/on the big industrials as well as the bike couriers and hawt dawg vendors.  all these techniques are portable, and when we are as well, our daily options of existence will blossom as/like/in-correlation-to/with our crown chakras.  om.  i got the patch from an old friend, and yes that’s a cupcake reference.  too.  make new friends, but keep the old.  one is silver and the other gold.  do you know why silver and gold are assumed worthy?  they’re good for your body.  of course, they’re fashioned into less useful (oh really) implements, and valued under the same dis-pleasurable reasoning as most other assets of this reality.  hey, it’s as unfortunate as it is essential.  yes, i mean that it had to happen that way, so condemnation for its path is a distraction, a waste of precious commodity, and a reversal of enlightenment.

in the movie kung fu hustle, the most talented, fastest, not to mention most ruthless kung fu master calls himself a killer.  i picked up (with my eye) a book called “demolition angel” on my way to the bathroom.  i picked it up (with my hand) on the way back.  so this killer, he sits in jail waiting until the next most powerful gang comes to hire him to remove a local challenger.  right?  this killer is called “the beast,” and he sits in a prison that can’t hold him if he doesn’t want to be held, waiting patiently until his death or until he finds someone worthy of killing!  this guy loves fighting that much.  how much?  so much that everyone else who loves fighting has either been killed by him or stays out of his way, or refuses to fight him.  his isolation is a result of his backstabbing opportunism, and the fact that he’s so good at killing fighters.  don’t tell me society doesn’t revere violence.  contained, channeled, and directed towards life-giving ends, people will cheer.  until a champion emerges through mere survival, because under the existing gang/violence-based infrastructure, that’s not even possible.  how does our existence challenge that infrastructure?  we are still here.

violence is repression, threats are as harmful as the acts themselves, perhaps more so.  stop condemning people for taking off their clothes in the willing presence of other conscious entities.  for indeed, that feels good.  it also makes convenient other things that feel good.  what are the real-world consequences of these acts?  depends on the act.  life is one result.  that’s one of the highest purposes there is, no?  pleasure is another.  again, this is in reference to unselfish acts.  many of us, the lucky ones, receive a great deal of pleasure in providing pleasure to others.  we practice.  other real-world consequences get murkier, don’t they?  as necessity, anyway.  connections develop.  habits, is that all they are?  expectations.  must those be inevitable?  only if ending the interaction is the preference.  what happens when we agree to support each others’ survival.  that changes the equation, doesn’t it.  i have to trust you to not poison me, and you have to trust me to not let people into our space who will hurt you or your friends.  we must also trust one another’s ability/desire to not take advantage of one another, through whatever kind of interaction we encounter together.  we must not block one another’s actual movements, nor impede their ability to navigate common spaces/paths.  impediment of this nature is akin to attempted murder.  to share a space at full capacity, it is necessary to be consciously aware each and every moment.  is it not the case that every vehicle, implement, tool, or appliance may be destroyed with improper use, whether that destruction be gradual or immediate, repairable or permanent.  this phenomenon is the result of two things: planned obsolescence (the profit-driven enslavement infrastructure’s built-in-uselessness trick. the reason appliances turn to trash when the switch breaks), and the devaluation of regular scheduled interactions/cleaning/maintenance.  a well-maintained meatbot/tool/implement works better and lasts longer.  let not the enslavement/trinket/housewares/propaganda industry convince you that any packaged commodities can be “sustainable” in any way, shape, or form.  can they?  i have no idea.  i didn’t say anything about whether that is the actual case.  all i ask is that you not let the very people who are doing it convince you to the contrary.  now i’m splitting hairs.  not. exactly.

do i need to continually update people on me? are you not a living thing, an ever-changing, ever-evolving entity.  in many ways.  in many other ways, the situation remains:

  1. “single” as in, not sleeping next to anyone, not physically interacting with anyone, gendered or not.  seeking reversal in the following ways
    1. business: share assets/acreage/labor/accounts
    2. familial/tribal: share food/conversation/space
    3. pleasurable: share contact/nudity/fluids
    4. subjects/[co-]stars/producers/talent: consensus, gentle, honest.
    5. apply in person, or however
  2. “homeless” as in, guest upon/within the closely held/controlled property of a supporter of war-based politics and violence propaganda programming.  seeking reversal in the following ways
    1. meatbot shelter: warm/quiet/lockable/controlled/consensus
    2. vehicle shelter: small 4-dr Nissan Altima, 23-foot long, 9.5 feet tall RV
    3. shared tool shelter/workspace:  for wood, metal, mechanical, farm, vehicle, or clothing/bike/appliance construction, customization, maintenance, electrification, permaculturalization, sprouting, etc.
    4. studio space:  place to record sounds, pictures, videos, etc.

i have a ton of books in my head, at least three feature-length movies, and off-the-grid sustainable imagined designs for every property i have encountered in the general vicinity.  this includes interior occupation, view from a bike, any physical interaction under employment-at-will.

by the way, under employment-at-will, businesses are not condemned, punished, or looked down upon for changing employees often, yet employees are for these acts.  all of these imposed power-struggles hurt each and every one of us, every time we encounter them.  you won’t feel the pain until you somehow remove yourself from its constant battering, to a place of gentle, useful interaction.  all i’m saying is, why don’t we do it simultaneously, working together, for all of our sake.  sakes.  and sake.  that stuff is delicious.  i have warm memories.  delicious memories.  i love you dearly, and i would enjoy interacting with you regularly, over useful, survival-based matters, in the very near future.

Sincerely/your-slave/honestly/lovingly,
t

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~ by LazyAssWasteoid on 2012-02-2 (Thursday).

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