DividedQuantum said:

Is it not in fact true that social-sexual behaviors color and more often than not determine almost everything that is going on?

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Yellow Pants said:

So no, sex itself is in no way bad.  People can **** it up however.

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Jokeshopbeard said:

Whether it's just my increasing age/wisdom, or my periods of enforced celibacy, or my naturally inquisitive mind which is always stoked at dealing with/understanding human relationships (and so therefore, by default; human sexuality), I must admit that more and more, I find this point slapping me in the face as I observe the world.

Hell, maybe it's the fact that flagrant and open sexuality is on the increase too? When looking back at say, an old Victorian era photo, I'm stunned at the female dress sense as compared to today, and yet, somehow, I suspect that the dominance of sexuality was just the same as it is now - only more repressed.

I find it a struggle, I must admit, to accept and integrate how high up on the agenda of others/my own existence sexuality stacks - but then - I've always struggled with acceptance when it comes to observation of the human condition. It's an ongoing process, and I've been picking up the ball with it again of late, after having dropped it for several years.

Back to your OP though (and it is a great one), I think there's a central element which is sorely overlooked by most of us; discipline.

Had we more of that, we probably wouldn't look like such demented creatures when observed from above.

I wish we had more of that. It's bloody hard though. I'm a practitioner of it and still feel out of control - and yet - some people who meet me call me 'the most disciplined person I know'.

Do you think the ability to flaunt your sexuality over the airwaves is having a detrimental effect to us as a species?

Is it breaking down the walls of our discipline, giving us so much material to lust over?

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Jokeshopbeard said:

Yellow Pants said:

So no, sex itself is in no way bad.  People can **** it up however.

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To me, this goes for everything in existence. Nothing is inherently good or bad IMO.

It's just us humans have a tendency to fuck everything up.

Badly.

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the symbolism is overt enough in nearly every major religon.

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Yellow Pants said:

What about the Black Plague ?  Birth defects ?  Mosquito’s ?  Cosmic disasters ?

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Jokeshopbeard said:

Yellow Pants said:

What about the Black Plague ?  Birth defects ?  Mosquito’s ?  Cosmic disasters ?

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You think these things are bad?

Why the judgement?

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MarkostheGnostic said:

Sex is not, nor has it ever been the central motive of my consciousness. I am not primarily a 2nd chakra personality whose dynamics are best described by the theories of Sigmund Freud the unparalleled spokesperson (despite his sexist errors) of the anal-genital Root Center (the combined Muladhara and Svadhisthana chakra zones). Now, at the age of 66, sex is relatively rare owing to a tremendous decrease in sexual desire over the last 5 years accompanied by male problems. After one has been with one's partner for over 20 years and novelty has faded, but monogamy is the rule, sex is 'Meh, been there, done that.' Besides, the previous 20 years between 20 and 40 really were never going to be surpassed.   Admittedly, I definitely felt the rather rapid loss as a blow to my masculinity and a wake up call to my mortality. I sometimes feel badly for my wife, but she has never been particularly 2nd chakra determined either, even though we used to have lots of sex 20+ years ago. As long as love, affection, playfulness  and intellectual discourse continue she seems to be OK. There is always auto-eroticism for both of it. My physician swears by it, he's three years older than me.

My Intellectual  and Intuitive life have expanded to compensate the diminished Instinctual life which at one point allowed me intercourse 6 times in a particularly horny night. Notice how the words Intellectual, Intuitive, and Instinctual all begin with the letter 'I.' They are roughly like the 3 souls in Plato's scheme, intellectual, passionate and appetitive. We all identify ourselves with each 'I' in differing degrees do we not? It is now time for the balance to shift again. I wanted to be desireless in my 20s and suffered celibacy during the worst possible stage of life. Now I am developing ataraxia and it frightened me initially although I am still vital, even stronger than in my youth with more muscular definition than I had 30 years ago. My hair still grows. Go figure. A new book arrived in today's mail to join the other partly read volumes next to my therapy chair. This one is The Life of the Mind by Hanna Arendt. As long as my vision holds I'll live. I was recently diagnosed with macular degeneration in my right eye, dry form and 3 retinal tears in my left (which were Lasered 200+ zaps). Death of my cock's spirit is one thing, blindness and I follow Icelander.

Dr. Strangelove was my #1 fav film since I first saw it when it came to theaters in 1964. Like Freud's two major forces, Eros and Thanatos, Love and Death, the film is all about death on a global scale and after the Doomsday Device detonates, sex in deep mines really pales in comparison despite Dr. Strangelove's most lascivious optimism. The 93 year half-life of Cobalt-Thorium G would certainly not be the only problem along with the Strontium 90, Cesium 37, Plutonium 239, and who but a nuclear physicist knows what else with half-lives thousands of year long. Incest would retard the mine dwellers in a few generations, food would be nigh unto impossible to cultivate, and let's face it, the planet WAS doomed. Brigadier General Jack D. Ripper murdered all of us, Thanatos always wins in the end.

...I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend
Death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom, luxury, romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
If you believe it

All join now and lament for the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock in the altar of silence. - Jim Morrison, 'Lament'

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Wonderful post, thx.