Meditation for February 14th, 2016
Sex
On Valentine’s Day, people all over feed their significant other chocolate, take them to expensive, rich dinners, give beautifully written cards and roses to make sure they can have sex tonight. Maybe even spicier than usual sex. Sex is the one true way for two or three people to express their love for each other and feel that intimacy. Without sex, two people who love each other are just friends.
Every little part of youth culture up to adult contemporary culture is hinged on how a person can have sex with another. There is no other point to music, art, or fashion than to make sure that people are lying down naked in beds, on couches, and in the back of 70s muscle cars. From Beyoncé to Coldplay, and from Santana to Rod Stewart, these musicians create the soundtrack to bedrooms across the United States. Nowadays, it is common for newlyweds to consecrate their marriage by shagging to ELO’s self-titled album.
This is where one takes what they learn in pornography films and uses it in the real world. If you haven’t had sex yet, make sure you watch a good cross-section of porn so that you don’t get stuck with a “fetish” or a “kink”.
Some will attack sex as only for breeding and creating little puppy people. They see sex for pleasure as a sin and might even try to create laws to attack it. Some will want to have so much sex that it only harms them and others. They try to fuck their pain away, but afterwards, they feel empty and more alone than ever. Most of us are somewhere in the middle; we want to have it sometimes.
Whole societies have been centered around sex. Wars have been fought over sex. The greatest works of art have been inspired by sex.
Prayer
Oh Lord Jesus Christ,
let me please make this girl!
She is so hot.
I would be whole
if she’d come home with me.
My friends and cultural counterparts would take me seriously if they knew I could make it with this girl.
I don’t care if we date or if she’s nice,
she is dressed cool and is hot.
She has nice boobs.
boobs.
mmmmmh boobs.
God Almighty!
I’m so tired of women not liking me.
They don’t know what they are missing.
I’m smart, I take care of myself, and I’m nice.
That’s probably what it is,
I’m nice.
Women don’t like nice guys.
For some strange reason,n girls really like mean guys instead of nice guys…
…like me.
They friend-zoned me.
It makes me so mad.
Make women like me.
Make them now!
Amen.
Craft
Spend the rest of February, and if it is a leap year, masturbating without any visual, audible, or tactile assistance. Get back in touch with your sexual self. Porn is killing your imagination. Fire that bad boy up again and see what you have to offer this fine world that you haven’t let out of that little brain of yours.
Goal
We are sexual creatures. We need touch to feel love, intimacy, and humanity, so find that and be that. Don’t be afraid of your body. There isn’t a God looking down from the clouds through your roof and right into your room and watching you with judgment at the weird things you do to yourself with an old Care Bear, a tub of Crisco,o and aluminum foil, so stop feeling guilty and self-righteous about sex. People get to do it with or without your permission.
Go on the straight pepper diet.