The world humans have constructed for ourselves is mainly artificial. Even this method of communication, writing, writing black ants onto an automated, perfected MANually constructed instrument such as my beloved laptop is artificial. With that in mind, given that I am a woman with only so many options as to having a platform to express my truth through, lets together forget that and delve into the topic of authenticity.
Pornography is horror. It is pure, anadulterated horror but it is held up to be culturally, the height of human expression and liberated, authentic female sexuality. This is a reversal because as we know it is the job of a prostituted woman to fake lust. It is the job of the consumer of prostituted women to vampirically drain the prostituted woman of her spirit until she is broken into not being able to feel pure lust again. The process of recovery for prostituted women is that of recovering an ability to really feel and be present in the moments that make life beautiful. This is what prostitution and specifically, its branch known as “pornography” does to women.
It is interesting that so many modern humans have developed such addictions to that which is inauthentic. The refined foods we eat which make us sick, the hours spent in front of screens, the effort spent always trying to attain that which isn’t instead of feeling alive in the moment. I’m thinking about this as I’m going through the process of detoxing my body. I have been addicted to frankenfood for years. As a woman who grew up in poverty who was raised by a parent who used frankenfood as a drug to cope with their own problems I was kind of set up for the addiction from day one. When my joints gave out a couple years ago and I began the process of taking chemo drugs, steroids and all manner of harmful fucking shit I was yet again put back into reality where I could ignore my body no longer.
So I’ve started the process of no longer putting refined foods into my body, eating a mainly plant based diet, juicing, and just trying to pay attention to what is happening in each moment that ticks. At first the addiction seems like the most daunting task on earth. Its everywhere, how do we escape? What if I fuck up and eat something that isn’t 100% pure? What if I absolutely HATE eating what is good for me?
There is a process the body goes through. There’s pain, there’s elimination, there’s systems going haywire. All of this is the body reacting to a change in whats been happening for so long. But over time I’ve began feeling ill if I don’t have my juice. If I am not eating enough veggies. I’ve come to find wheat products to be kind of…passe. I can now take them or leave them. This is me going through the process of replacing that which is plastic for that which is real. I can’t help but make the parallel to the other plastic passions that drive people in the modern era.
Men are easily seduced and taken in by the fake lust that they feel when they consume pornography. As this lust is fake though, over time their senses became numbed by it. They can no longer even actually sustain erections when the time comes to be authentically sexual with another person so haywire their system has become. I guess because I’m going through the process myself regarding frankenfood I can finally understand even more just how fucked up and addicted to necrophilic plastic lust the men who use pornography are. This isn’t me excusing them by any means, we all make choices and are ultimately responsible for ourselves and how our choices impact others but I guess I can say now that I understand just how easy it is for them to be so sick and not even be aware of it. What a gift it is to really see the world as it is.