Liquid Nonsense

So I'm sitting here watching the new Pinky & The Brain DVDs and having an ongoing discussion with myself. It might be my healthy sense of ego, but I feel that open-forum discussions where I'm the only participant are worth writing down at some point.

Tonight's colloquium in the compound is more of an exploration of my relationship with sex. As a side note, the last time I watched Pinky & The Brain I was probably in early/mid high school, yet I feel it adds an important dimension to the discussion. I would say it triggers a feeling of nostalgia for a time long since past, but honestly it doesn't. Similarly today I talked with a coworker about how awesome it would be to be in first grade again playing with blocks and to have carefully metered 30 minute recess periods. No, this is not me setting myself up to sound like a pedophile, it's me illustrating the zen part of the discussion.

Pinky & The Brain as well as thoughts of first grade give me a sense of simplicity and a general lack of complexity. In my head I'm a 23 year old sexually active first grader that apparently has the opinions of a 40 year old porn star, a penchant for entheogens, and a slightly more than "working" understanding of Eastern Philosophy.

I don't understand why things need to be complicated. One of my favorite lines from 20th century literature comes from Antoine de Saint-Exupery's "Little Price":

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

I feel that love and love making should always maintain a certain amount of childlike exuberance. Losing the bright-eyed excitement and bushy-tailedness of crawling around naked with someone else feels like a migration away from that child-like place of freedom and into the land of adults. Which is all fine and good because adults are very important individuals and they have many important things to do like pay the bills, be responsible, and do other adult-like things because "that's the way things are." Sure, I have to do these things too, but that doesn't mean as I get older I necessarily have to swap my action figures for a suit and tie... I can swap them for anal beads.

My attitude towards the matter of sex as a whole could be rather easily summed up as "playful." Well, perhaps pornographically playful. It's a subject I love discussing with other people because the answers are always diversified and you end up learning what people hold close to their hearts. You like being punched in the face with full power while listening to country music and being suspended in a bath tub full of Jell-O? Fantastic! On the weekends you like to role play by dressing up as a giraffe and letting six of your best friends "go on safari" shooting at you with paint ball guns only so they can "bring you down" and gang-bang you in the back of a pickup truck? Awesome, I totally support you! Periodically, you beat off to a fantasy composed of frat boys dressed up in tuxedos with the ass missing performing a concerto around a pot roast marinated with any number of body fluids? Wonderful, tell me where the parade is and I'll be there!

It doesn't help that I'm the kind of person that takes a purity test and writes down the description next to every check box that I didn't check, modify it slightly, and make a twisted to-do list of sorts. I have a healthy sense of exploration and excitement towards sex that I feel provide me with a certain sense of fantasy-related creativity and openness.

In conclusion:
1) Sex is good.
2) Creativity is good.
3) Enthusiasm is good.
4) Restraints are wonderful.
5) Openness with, and the supporting of, others is of paramount importance.