Sex, Lies & The Theory Of Love

i'm fuckin fire in a can now. add that to the stick i got from a bro about the dishonesty of this blogsite, today's entry is gonna be somethin from the heart. so i'ma type somethin i actually mean this time. and for this special occasion you get to see my fire.

the theory of love is not uncommon. everyone has got one but this, i'm convinced is the theory of love.

love as we know it (romance, romantic affection, endearment, whatever), does not exist in the real sense of the word. there was no such thing as romantic love. there was no such thing as romantic affections from the bottom of your heart for another. it was created. i can even tell you when it was created. circa 1750 the industrial revolution, and henceforth became a fictitious flame further fanned by the amazing works of busybody propagators and literary visionaries such as william shakespeare. the rise of the machines and the shrinkin(?) of the extended family made a new problem -the need to pass property down the family line to keep it away from the state. people had been marryin each other way before this but then a new socio-economic climate had emerged to heat up the scenes. somewhere in that tumultuous age, we concocted and created the notion of love, to facilitate the continuity of marriage and inheritance. [this whole bit is real shit from the sociologist giddens, though i'm sure i fucked it up a lil]

you see, no neanderthal ever said to another that he loved her, in english or whatever nasal monosyllabic language used at that time. he just goes out there and clobbers unconscious the female he most sexually desires, drags her back to his cave and shags her silly. it is the innate and intrinsic sexual lust in us that compels us to have sex and reproduce -the way intended by our creator for propagation of any species. we have biological clocks and cycles and when it tells us it's time to fuck, we fuck. that's how families are founded. the female submits to this outrage either because she realises that the male was an excellent provider (maybe he was the strongest and could hunt well) and would make a good partner to help raise her offspring, or she was just too plain weak (physically and mentally) to resist a beefy tarzan shovin his torpedo inside her abyss because she finds out for the first time it feels good to be fucked.

why is there the practice of oral sex in the modern era? do you think cavemen and tribal women gave each other head in the old days? i have nothin to substantiate this, but i think not. they were busy makin sure their crops grew well or somethin. oral sex, as an expression of love or affection, is a social construct (which doesn't produce life). just like kissin. ask any whore about kissin and they'll tell you they'd let you shove anythin inside their cunt for a tenner but they'll freak out at the act of kissin. or watch julia robert's pretty woman. kissin, is accepted to be a form of expression of romantic love, even more so than fuckin.

you can probably see where i'm gettin at by now. love, with all its apparent real-ness, is merely another social construct.

however, love is accepted to be real because everyone subscribes to it. we accept that it is natural, and society and established norms dictate to us since young through its various agents that we are human and we fall in love. that's what we do, we fall in love. we concede the validity of notions such as the necessity of dating to meet potential suitors, the ensuin process of courtship, the exchange of sweet, everlastin promises and the consummation of all these -the institution of marriage. in other words, since you be five years old, since you be watchin wilma, fred, bam-bam and pebbles, and every other happy american family on the media, you be mindfucked from start yo.

the central theme which binds these points is that we will do whatever it takes to validate our lives and we are unconsciously plugged into the matrix of accepted social behaviour. extrapolate this vicious graph and you will see that we are actually told and taught to fall in love, somethin which never existed until we validated it collectively.

so the next time you figured you're gonna marry your boyfriend because you love him and he's The One, remember that although you meant it, and that you could very well end up in a happy marriage until your dyin day, remember that love is just the most powerful man-made creation to facilitate your mid-life, your worldly wants and the birth of your kids. it's all about relevance and security e.g. if your husband goes off to war, turns MIA, leavin you with three kids and no dough, chances are you'll need another man to facilitate your life. life must go on but your MIA man has become irrelevant. he cannot support you or your kids and there is no father-figure for your kids to look up to. he cannot satisfy your sexual needs nor alleviate your emotional anxieties because you have no idea whether he's still alive, let alone whether he'll ever return. your matrimonial vows, till-death-do-us-part's, love-you-forever-and-a-day's and your weddin photos are now effectively redundant because it doesn't put food on the table, it doesn't put a penis in your vagina and it doesn't give your kids a dad to call their own when talkin to their friends.

it's not your fault, really. you've never really been in love.

ciao.



[watch out for another excitin installment of this train of thought -The Theory Of Availability, a further underminin at the realness of love.]
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Wisdom Of The Wolf today is

"..and who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?"

-A Room Of One's Own 1929, Virginia Woolf