@Kita >sex doesn’t touch my soul anymore. I’ve lived and moved on. Some sex in the age of birth control is simply just that. Add the formative years of porn consumption and the sex you believe in is just not there.
Ugh. More doomerish nonsense by kita.
>I’m also not very interested in sex that isn’t in some sense emotionally connected. I literally wouldn’t be able to get hard. But I know and you do too that this is idealism nonsense.
No, this is normal.
>Sure this can be sexually expressed as well but it is really so much more rare and often not the sex I’m having. Even when I am “making love”.
And see, this is the hollowness I speak of. The fact that you can possibly speak of merging your wet flesh with another's in such a distant manner, and worse, be RIGHT, is the result of lichmaking gone horribly wrong. Sex can only be so meaningless if something has gone horribly wrong, and you KNOW it. You call it idealist nonsense, the same way you call love idealist nonsense, and hope idealist nonsense, and life idealist nonsense. You call it that because the idea that that thing IS right and that everything else IS wrong and the idea that there are a million miles to walk until you return to lived experience in touch with reality too much to stomach.
And I will revel in my egocentrism again to say that you can walk those miles and you can touch that reality. I took my fuckery to hell and back, and it is pure again. I giggled when I held his hand. I kicked my feet when he agreed to go out for dumplings. I hit 200 bpm when our bare shoulders touched. It took years.
But, the same way things get worse, things get better too. Something ALWAYS happens.