Love, Sex, Anarchy- The Extremity of My Fantasies

If you're easily offended, are uncomfortable with material that may seem to cross the borderlines of taste and decency, if basically, you really do NOT want to know about my twisted sexual fantasies I dwell on, today's post is one you should NOT read.

If you are at work, or there are minors present, click away today.

If you really do not want to know the murky regions of the extreme positions my ideological/philosophical/spiritual ideals and where they merge with the bizarre realm of my imagination, as a result of too much time in the shadow of Joanna's pedestal, DO NOT READ THIS POST.

You will probably come to one of two conclusions, either I have twisted logical propositions that go way too far, or I'm pretty sick and twisted.

On the other hand, you might well twig, that actually, I am quite a prude.

Basically, my political position, is perhaps the more Marxist-Anarchist type of Libertarianism, in a curiously Catholic-but Nietzcheist-but Darwinist kind of way, which seems to confuse a lot of people.

I like to work through the logic of things. And over the years I have ended up fixated on the curious but logical result of both my political/religous ideals, and trying to conceptualise the perfect form of love.

And it began, in fact, as a thought excercise.
The logic of which begins with the proposition;

If you really loved her, you'd always forgive her (for infidelity), as long as she always loved you.
Yes.
So if you do that, you might as well just give her permission to cheat.
Yes.
So what then, if everybody knew? Would you still love her?
That's harder. But over time I got round to thinking, OK, if it was Joanna, yes.

So, what happens if she actually prefers, what all white blokes secretly don't want to admit is their biggest fear.

And that then builds in your head.
If you come home and saw that, would you still love her THEN?



Hmmm.
Now THERE'S a barrier. And you're ashamed to admit, that you found the barrier there.

Because really, race has become the boundary to the tolerance limit you yearn to push.

And then you start to almost relish accepting the pain you would prepared to accept, to pass that test.
You start to get off on the idea.

Which is why it becomes such an ideal. It fits in terms of your idealisition of love, but it also satisfies your political/philosophical ideas, it is white men apologising for Racism, it is handing over complete sexual freedom to women, it is destroying male dignity, and in terms of speeding up the blending of races, to create a unified species, it stands up there as a gem of pure spiritual perfection.

I have quite a few DVDs on the subject, indeed they are the only X rated type I possess. I am looking down now on 'I Like Black Boys', 'Gangland III' and 'The Amazing Adventures of Omar'.

To myself and The Baker, this particular subject is elusively referred to by us, as 'The topic of of conversation'

It's a philosophical idea. A thought experiment, if you like. It doesn't actually mean, it's a prerequisite in my ideal woman, but certainly, it makes for interesting speculation. Suggesting it to women, doesn't always go down well. It's not something I EXPECT them to do, just know the offer is there, if they fancy it. I'd be interested to find out what effect it had on me, if I could love her that much. It's as if, if I could pass that, I'd know it was love.

But I don't HAVE to do that test, because I reckon there are other tests to take to take, to see if you pass, it really IS only ONE of many.

There really are OTHER ideas that work better. Like seeing if they make you open up. If they really can make you trust them, and they really are worthy of it, that's the BEST test.

In reality, I'm actually really an incredible prude. I believe in free love and am not averse to other people being present, but I'm pretty strait laced myself. If it doesn't involve straight sex, normal position, normal things going in normal places, count me out. And no foreign objects, toys, food, etc.

I'm a Catholic boy in that regard.
I find concepts such as Phone sex and Cyber sex, as just pretty seedy and squalid.



My definition of what is unacceptable in sexual matters, and what type of relationships are unethical is actually pretty wide. You'd be surprised. I'd criminalise men with girls too much younger than them, for example. I'd apply a 25% younger rule, for example.

So in fact, you pretty much have, summed up, the logic of my views on all matters related to Sex, Love and Relationships.

And if you think I'm bad, I don't care.
You're wrong.