Sex has always been ashamed of her brother.
Sex a mode of coupling machines, the oldest, most fundamental, on which all subsequent USB ports and plumbing and chequing accounts are modeled. Violence is the means of interrupting the flow, of unplugging the machines, individuating them, allowing them to form identities antithetical to the flows, to be cleaved from the gushing social that seeks to assimilate him onto an assembly line, an assembly line of gushing bodily fluids, of spurting orgasms and unquenchable wounds. Sex assembles totalities, and by it we have survived and dominated this planet. It by far precedes all schizophrenia, and was the mother of paranoia.
the dissonance between sex and violence has persisted through all Human time. She is afraid to look to violence for he was her mirror opposite, and therefore they were the same. One built, the other dismantled. the dissonance between them became the land of paranoia and power. First paranoia, the crushing fear that the beauty of love should ever gain a bad reputation, that her face be marred with blood; for beauty to be destroyed is the most barbaric act thinkable. And so power grew to protect one from the other. Christianity grew to protect the interests of the Violent class against Original Sin. And some other time, the hippies rose to the defense of Love, declaring her as a weapon in the war on war.
Sex and violence are not fundamental to reality; they only occupy a Place relative to each other. They are not the only forces that create History, they are not the guiding flows in our consciousness, but they are equally and immensely potent.
true divinity lies at the limit of the two, where they finally meet and become one force. Each limit, sex and violence, must both submit completely to its longtime foe. Sex and violence become .the same force. this is the miraculating machine, where the subject submits utterly to his or her oppressor: when the laborer begins to labor for the love of his boss, when the paranoiac begins to delight in how useful and important he is to Them.
this is the union of Shiva and Parvati, and it certainly need not sound this negative all the time. in fact, rocks my world.
o pain makes use of the same organs as pleasure does.
Both are amoral. I would never demean a woman, but I would tie her to the bed, (or anything else I can come up with) because it feels like one expression of humanity. (at this point, the author wonders who will end up reading this) this is not the only way to having miraculating sex, and many do not enjoy it. I might not. I haven’t been with anyone who tried it with me.
The unification of violence and sex does not have to be violent sex. By my logic, the use of machines in sex is adequate. Bruno Bettelheim could not eat, sleep, or deficate without being plugged into a machine. I cannot fuck without being plugged into a machine (e.g., a vagina. at least some form of lubricating machine: my hand, more and more these days.) But real machines are great to introduce into sex, metal machines, latex machines, rope machines, anything you can get your hands on.
so there it is.