Unsolicited erotica

Love Object

We love, and we love deep from affection, that affection always and with no exception seeded in visceral physical attraction. Our own heartbeat synchronous to clocks at present, that physical attraction is oftentimes the manifestation solely of primordial sexus.

Greeks had a god for the animal urge of humans: Eros, renamed to Cupid by the Romans, later appropriately depicted as the satyrically bellied creature of enforced automatism — a little lad with arrows. Eros was of course a symbolic concept, a concept only of a fragment of our operations; a fragment arguably of shattering influence, but a mi-

Objectification follows, and it brings two kinds of fear and latent shame. On the one hand, it brings shame of the lover, and shame of the loved for accepting herself as the loved one. On the other hand, objectification carries fear and shame of accepting the other as a lover.

The former includes the self-concept of accepting one’s own worthiness, and also of existing in the frightening comfort of seeing oneself as an object of Voluptas, by this becoming a love object whilst not sensing the burden of intrusive objectification.

Are we loving subjects?

Eros found himself a wife, the goddess Psyche, representation of mind and soul. The two had a child, Voluptas, a girl with a name that means pleasure. And so we are, with our souls and body in a tumultuous relation to each other, by gods, by inevitable nature. But are we living up to our humanity?

We abuse Voluptas, we at best ignore her, and in our physical simplemindedness look up to her father, times fitting. We idolise the body, violently and with perceived freedom, but locked out of content by its form itself.

Snake embracing snow.

He died afterwards. Snakes don't like cold.

The latter is accepting the lover as a person with both the physical and the spiritual inclinations of love, without fearing that person; i.e not considering her as a threat to oneself.

We worship Eros, or reject him altogether, and neither of such actions redeem us from our inability to connect to our deepest self, where sexuality and eroticism meet intellectual and aesthetic attraction.

This attraction does not only involve surrendering to our desires, but also going against our natural cowardice towards the acceptance of the fallibility of our mind — the failure of awakening the soul now trapped in our physique.

Erotica evicted

Intellectual eroticism — the fight for the goddess Voluptas — is suppressed, prevented and banished from our common psyche, and we live according to a modus operandi instead of living up to our capacities. We don’t fledge, we merely linger.

We are anaesthetised, we are a mere avatar, our sexuality is merely a surgical wound through which we run the inevitable thread as if we ran it through clothes touching numb skin. We suffer, we all suffer from the mutual exchange of barriers we all produce against each other, and thus against ourselves.

I remember I've had some coines...

Female patron of an off-license shop, unknown artist

We live in the Potemkin village of our voluntary and socially enforced creation, most of us not understanding the reasons behind our blindness, and the importance of the imperative of changing our ways; i.e. of changing our relation to ourselves.

I say, and do take it as a proclamation: let us free ourselves from the shackles of pure physicality, and brush off the link between our mind, soul and body. Sexuality needs to be elevated from the swampland of dumb sensation, and celebrated along with sensuality and intellect, along with the love of soul in mind.

Our body reflects, is a liaison — not a vessel, and not a totem. It is our way, our only surface of mutual, uninterrupted, linear impetus. Our body is our continuity in attraction.

Love, into the clouds

Yet, let us respect the iterative force of our intellect, and succumb to the interruptions of the above linearity. Love, physical and spiritual love of our fellow beings — Voluptas embodied — is the manifestation of unlimited sexuality itself; not in the realm of animal desires but in the dimension of physical proximity and orgasm of the mind.

Thus are we to elevate ourselves to our potential. Love, love, fellow beings, that is the only way known to us. The rest is a shrug of the shoulders.

Love in humility, virtuously and in sweet pain of pleasures. Destiny realised is law, a principle that binds; it is our very nature in making.

by Zoltan Tajti