On American Sexuality:

The media has created a false image of the nation's sexual landscape: a sort of surreality where attractive men and women can have sex whenever and wherever they want. As testosterone-driven products of this blurred social conciousness, American males feel impelled to immerse themselves in constant perceptions that uphold this bizarre veneer over reality. Every moment that his mind is not in contact with those hallucinatory elements is a moment of disintegration of that intruding sexual concept of hapiness. Yet so ingrained is that in our sensations that such withdrawl seems tantamount to denying our own rights.

Consequently, men are forever drawn to visions of female beauty, unable to avoid turning their heads when passing by. This comes not from selfish desire, but from the deleterious necessity to fill that void hollowed out by the purveyors of sexuality. Such does the vicious cycle feed itself: a repciprocity of wanton supply and demand unquelled by moral agents. The libido can never be satisfied so long as its goals are made ever more impossible to reach through constant desensitization.   ¶ 9:42 PM

  This blog is a scrapbook for thoughts, ideas, philosophies, and poems. My daily journal is The Desultory Nature of Time.  ¶ 9:42 PM