Love’s Self: A rant on Self-Lust & Skippy Peanut Butter
What can the porno and this jar of peanut butter do for Me? Eh…Let’s start this another way.
Making love—where both partners aim to pleasure one another. You are not looking to make yourself feel good;you are trusting that the other will do that for you. You are looking to please the other. They are putting their trust in you.
If you were to put your trust in another and they did not aim to please you, they would be fucking you.
If someone else puts his/her trust in you, and you don’t respond with the same vulnerability, you are fucking them.
In both of these cases the one being fucked is the masturbation tool and the other is the one masturbating. The masturbation tool just happens to be a person, not a doll, not a vibrator, not the rabbit, not a sock and some lube, and not some Skippy Peanut Butter.
Fucking yourself (God, I miss that commercial: “FUCK can be a noun…”)I suppose can be worth it if no one else is going to make to love to you or you aren’t going to make love to anyone else, but you are still fucking yourself.
There is also the matter of pleasing. In making love are you aiming to please the physical senses alone? What I mean is this: Are you aiming to please the boob? Or are you aiming to please the person? The person consists of the boob, so don’t get your panties in a wad. Lust… in that… “I want jane turn slip ‘n slide” or “I want jack tool in ear” This doesn’t mean that you can’t get out your whips and chains, handcuffs, and Skippy, and it also doesn’t mean you lighting candles makes the both of you one.
In making love, we are to give of ourselves entirely. We as the most vulnerable, the most pure, the most impure, the most god and devil-like—we are to give of ourselves to another, and they are to do the same…or else there is no love-making. And the art of making love is the creation of two as one. Like I have said before, love only exists when both parties are in love/are love. There is no “I love him and he doesn’t love me back.” It’s bullshit. That’s like saying, “I am having sex with him/her but he/she isn’t having sex with me.” Something is really wrong there, and it’s just not fucking possible. The physical is the spiritual and the spiritual the physical. I don’t buy into this separation of mind and body crap. The body is the mind. The mind is the body. ( My definitions of those things…)Anyhow, I’m digressing. What am I saying? Oh, I was saying that if you are masturbating, there is no love making going on. How are you making love by yourself? Or how is it happening while the other person is asleep? (Okay, for some of you that might be…let’s just move on.) Same thing goes in love that is not physical. How are you making love by loving yourself? How is there love when there is only one ? Love in the emotional, just as in the physical, requires two as they are the halves of the whole that is love. Love is the one, not you. It’s just masturbating. Self love is masturbation. Self-love is self-fucking. It’s like peanut butter and no jelly. It’s too dry and it sticks. And the funny thing is, the whole self then is not pleased nor has it pleased to its fullest extent.
Maybe it’s not that we should give up our DESIRES, but that we should give up OUR desires?
“Self-love” is not even love for the self. This so-called self-love is self-lust. It would be far better to lust after another or pick up a prostitute. Okay, well, that’s not entirely true, and I don’t know how much I agree with what I have just said, but I think I’m making a point?
And hell, even two people can fuck each other. Both parties can use the other as a masturbation tool. Not that I am condemning this, and regardless, there is always some form of love in sex. Nudity is vulnerability, and there is some form of trust to stick something in someone or let something be stuck in you. (This is only supposing both want to do this.) Of course, if you are all for going out and hooking up, great. I am not here with a bible beating people. I only read it for the articles…
I don’t know. I just don’t get this, “I’m staring at myself in the mirror and I want to lick myself; I want to suck on my toes. Maybe, I should I smother myself in Skippy Peanut Butter. Mmmmmm.”
In the end, if we are all in the mind of God, we are most certainly in the body of God, and perhaps this why we should treat the body (others) as Christ (the mind) would the church (the body)….
That which we do in the physical is in the emotional, mental, and spiritual, and that which we do in the emotional, mental, and spiritual is in the physical.
So, when you go to turn down the lights tonight, consider your partner. (Who the hell actually turns down the lights?) If you don’t have a partner to consider, then I see no harm in getting out the Skippy, but just remember that peanut butter sticks, and that’s the most important thing I have said throughout this little rant.
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