More plain sex talk ahead, and as always remember that this is a map of an escape route used by a fellow convict.
I’ve talked pretty extensively about a really simple subject (women like dick) because that is where sexual love and marriage start; the lifelong pursuit of which is presumably why you’re reading this. From an earlier post:
Some of the liars will say they know that cocks and muffs are good things from God, but I can tell from their comments that they don’t really because they are angry about the pure desire for dick. They want something “more”. If you’ve ever thought to yourself, “Why doesn’t she appreciate me for who I am?”, check your pants, because the whereabouts of your cock are unsure. She has nothing “more” to give you if she doesn’t love you for your dick. It starts there.
Peregrine John highlights this in the comments:
It starts there.
Yes. I’ve been trying to get this basic fact through many dense skulls for a very long time: Sex is the beginning of intimacy, not the end. So many insist on arguing over paint colors before even laying a foundation, and wonder why things never come together.
Foundation, indeed. There is much more intimacy other than sex in marriage, but it is foundational. Foundations aren’t supposed to go away, either. It’s also true that if you spend all your time laying (hey-o!) foundation, you’ll never have time to erect (bah-dum-ch!) the building upon it. Another commenter would rather I write more about how important prayer is to marriage. He is concerned that the spiritual aspect of life, marriage, and sex are getting short shrift in my new posts.
I think there should be more talk about prayer in marriage or whatever state of life you are in over sex. The best bonds in marriage are the spiritual ones.
A little background before I continue: I take it as given that I’m somewhat infamous for ruining a perfectly good and cathartic comment thread by smashing around the place with Bible verses, variations on a man-up theme, and an overblown sense of importance. Sometimes I comment on a thread that’s been added to every five minutes for the past two hours. Then I make some bombastic statement about the importance of the spiritual aspect of the topic and that thread just loses its pulse. Not always, but it’s not infrequent either. So, why did I not start this conversation with the importance of fundamentally spiritual things?
C.S. Lewis rightly said:
“You do not have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
Sex is a fundamentally spiritual experience. Just as there are no amoral tools, there is no non-spiritual sex. Sex always has an effect on the spirit: That’s why it’s important. Whatever a soul does with his body, his spirit is involved in. Sex is sex, but it’s also a sign pointing us towards other things: love, life, the mystery of the Trinity…and prayer.
The reason my last post was titled “Neutered Piety” was precisely to point out the uselessness of a spirituality that shunned sex, and the blasphemy inherent in the general lack of appreciation for child-rearing itself, and the blessings those burdens provide. Most of the comments, however, were a defense of NFP; to which I only devoted one paragraph! The post wasn’t even focused on NFP.
NFP itself is not an inhibitor to children because it has very few practitioners. Most people simply use artificial birth control, or deny each other. It’s what NFP stands for (and what it was developed for) that aborts life. It’s one thing to accept that we are fallen creatures who are given to fear where we should hope. It’s another to practice fear and hopelessness. There are extenuating circumstances for which I think NFP-like practices can be a grace. These are rare. They probably don’t apply to you. Can people use the knowledge cobbled up in NFP for procreation? Sure, but that was not the RCC’s intent when they set about codifying it, and it’s not the intent under which it is practiced. Their intent was to release the members of the church body of the burden of taking care of one another; the very thing we are supposed to do as members of a church body.
I assumed the NFP paragraph was going to cause a ruckus, but I also knew that I’d precede it with a statement that nobody cares most Protestants are going to Hell, and no one would remark upon that. “Who cares about Protestants? Defend NFP!” Whoever wants to complain about my (perceived) lack of spirituality should read that post and comments.
And no one said anything about vasectomies; which are very common, and self-evidently gruesome.
Birth control is a classic case (If not THE classic case) of insanely wicked desires foisted by women onto men; who in turn perpetrate it onto the whole world. Women complain about the burden of child-making; which was given to them by God for women’s sake. Men scramble around trying to find ways to circumvent the very thing that God specifically gave women for their instruction and redemption.
- Men pull out.
- Men invent condoms.
- Men invent NFP.
- Men invent BC pills.
- Men invent BC shots.
- Men invent divorce.
- Men invent no-fault divorce. (Level up!)
- Men invent alimony.
- Men invent compulsory daycare and call it public education.
- Men perfect and distribute porn.
- Men keep their daughters from marriage.
- Men cut off each others’ balls.
Women then utterly lose their respect for men. Why? Because women perceive correctly that it is madness to trust those who just cannot be stopped from cutting off perfectly functioning balls. They cry and wail and provoke because they want proof their men have balls, and there’s precious little proof. They’re crazy for validation of their desire for dick. In their delirium, many spread their legs to any swinging cock; just groping around in a blind panic to get their hands on one that functions the way dicks are supposed to.
A good number of men in this corner of the Internet respond that one more round of birth control will bless where the other methods have cursed: “When the male birth control pill comes out, it’s gonna be a GAME-CHANGER!” Such men won’t be happy until everybody is as sackless and dickless as they already are. No thanks: I like mine, and women do, too. Even when women don’t get to experience them first hand, they’re glad just to know functioning gonads are out there.
This is why I am pointing folks back to the basics of “women like dick and that’s awesome because we have them.” Read the sign, numbnuts. Has the sign of sex been covered with graffiti, porn, marketing, and all manner of misinformation? Unquestionably, but the church’s response has been to blindfold men and then beat their heads downward. Christians are trying to walk them past the sign of sex for fear of the graffiti. The sign is still good, though. It’s the graffiti that is the problem; much of which was requested by women in their insanity. Time for another C.S. Lewis interlude:
“A man can no more diminish God’s glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word ‘darkness’ on the walls of his cell.”
The task in front of us is not to “not see graffiti”, but to scrub it away from the sign of sex and our women. For that we’ll have to take the blindfolds off men, stand them up straight, and teach them to open their eyes and to think rightly. Then they and others can follow the signs; not further down the rabbithole, but out into the sunshine where men belong.
For some non-graffiti examples from some respected women: Check out the comments, likes, and links from women to these posts. They are exuberant about my proclamation that women like dick. The men who followed those women here ought to think about what that communicates about all of us; when women ought to be following men into the open air.
Read the sign of sex, there from the beginning–the final development of men that God said made mankind good, in coincidence with the gift of subordinate mate women–and the revelation of the good and joyful and necessary use of the dicks God gave man. Then reflect that it is by the work of our dicks that women will be not only be satisfied, but disciplined. Then, yes, go pray about it.
 Newsflash: Your computer is a sexbot. You can stop waiting for the Grand Sexbot Reformation because it’s here. How do you like it so far?