Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Death Fucks
Years ago when I first read James M. Cain's classic noir potboiler, The Postman Always Rings Twice, I remember hearing shocked reactions, and feeling some myself, over the scene where the anti-hero, our insurance salesman hero, fucks the heroine in the car right after they've beaten in the brains of her husband.
Eeewww, I thought, is this possible? Is it right that people could do this? More to the point, is this NATURAL for people to do this?
Well, one thing about growing older is that your mind expands to allow for many more possibilities than when you are younger. Those possibilities extend to peoples' sex lives and practices.
Now I am of the opinion that these so-called "death fucks" are indeed the natural route for humans to wander down. Before the question I phrased in my mind was, "How could ANYONE remotely think of sex when you've just basically beaten the brains out of a guy and now they're all over we presume the front seat of the car?"
Now the question gets answered, "Oh, of course they would have sex, what else?" Because the intensity of the first act brings into being the possibility of the second occurring now. That is just the nature of the beast. When death is at hand, nature, human nature, has to step in and counter that wave. Getting a hard-on is a way of doing that in the face of people getting hammered right and left.
If you don't want to trust literature to see this effect, you can go look at the news stories that came out of New York City after 9/11. Statistics show that the birth rate shot up nine months later. Why? Because the night after the attacks people apparently went home or somewhere and fucked like rabbits.
We could say, well they should have been comforting their kids, or their friends, or they should have been doing a, b and c. But in the end, they were fucking.
The deepest parts of peoples' psyches cracked open, their survival mechanisms were nukked in some critical way, they responded in utterly logical, perfect unison.
In the face of overwhelming, vast numbers of dead, the only way forward is essentially by harnessing the urge to create more life.
Go Team Humanity!
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Eeewww, I thought, is this possible? Is it right that people could do this? More to the point, is this NATURAL for people to do this?
Well, one thing about growing older is that your mind expands to allow for many more possibilities than when you are younger. Those possibilities extend to peoples' sex lives and practices.
Now I am of the opinion that these so-called "death fucks" are indeed the natural route for humans to wander down. Before the question I phrased in my mind was, "How could ANYONE remotely think of sex when you've just basically beaten the brains out of a guy and now they're all over we presume the front seat of the car?"
Now the question gets answered, "Oh, of course they would have sex, what else?" Because the intensity of the first act brings into being the possibility of the second occurring now. That is just the nature of the beast. When death is at hand, nature, human nature, has to step in and counter that wave. Getting a hard-on is a way of doing that in the face of people getting hammered right and left.
If you don't want to trust literature to see this effect, you can go look at the news stories that came out of New York City after 9/11. Statistics show that the birth rate shot up nine months later. Why? Because the night after the attacks people apparently went home or somewhere and fucked like rabbits.
We could say, well they should have been comforting their kids, or their friends, or they should have been doing a, b and c. But in the end, they were fucking.
The deepest parts of peoples' psyches cracked open, their survival mechanisms were nukked in some critical way, they responded in utterly logical, perfect unison.
In the face of overwhelming, vast numbers of dead, the only way forward is essentially by harnessing the urge to create more life.
Go Team Humanity!
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