The most misunderstood personal act in the entire human repertoire of activities is sex. It is personal, powerful, and the most exciting moment of temporary madness that we experience. It is unforgivable how many of us find it necessary to peer into the bedroom of our neighbours and judge, usually adversely, the activities we imagine to be going on there; unforgivable, but understandable. Generally while engaged in sexual activity, we look from our mind to the beloved, and see beauty and love. If however we are forced to contemplate the act of sex between others, we observe from a vantage point that is impersonal, devoid of the colour of affection, and consequently and necessarily lack empathy with what is being expressed.
Coldly, one might see or imagine nothing, but the awkward manoeuvring of bodies that may not suit your ideas of physical perfection. Are they too old, too fat, too ugly for you? Who cares? They are presumably not doing it for you. Without a sensitive, enlightened and poetic director to control proceedings, one could be forgiven for believing that sex is unlikely to be realised as a spectator sport that is worthy of acclaim. With so much against voyeurism, it is no wonder that it is easy for the narrow minded obsessive to find sex distasteful if performed by anyone other then them/ourselves.
However it is good. I like sex, and I do not intend to stay on the negativeness that so often surrounds it. I would rather speak of the beauty of sex and love. Although the two do not necessarily have to go together, I would like to muse for a while on the connection of the two, dare I say the intertwining of love and sex. However I can not do it yet. This is difficult to express correctly, and I want to say something when I feel capable. I still believe the censorship of others would interpret any comments from their own subjective limits. Once again, I believe it (imagination) is part of the human condition that is difficult to approach objectively. There are no universals in beauty, or taste, no one brings the same baggage of experience as the next person and understanding with clarity our own thoughts is neither easy nor is it always possible.
A moment from my novel 'Dance With The Sun'
A performance piece by The Humping Pact
recorded and live for an audience.
recorded and live for an audience.
There are other clips of German Group The Humping Pact here on this blog.
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