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Mas-turbation VS Coit-uS

There are topics which are kept hidden even in a century where there aren’t enough limitations, where the well-beloved super-io seems to be becoming a mere puppet in the hands-on ignorance.

One of the topics I want to treat here is the conception of masturbation as a substitute for sex, in particular, the role of the (sex) toy as a substitute for human presence.

For the majority of people, sexuality is desire and this one is understood merely like coitus. In reality, sexuality is just a concept, nothing more. When we say “sex” we go over centuries of narrative where scientists and medics were standardizing humankind’s understanding of pleasure.
In a few words, desire is yourself.

Generalizing a bit, people experience desire through mutual manipulation, stimulation and, in rare cases, ecstatic multi-senses relationships, with other humans; though, humans get pleasure by projecting desire through and by bodies.

In the capitalistic view of desire, even the most powerful sensory experience is reduced to an object. This situation contributed to mixing up the conceptualization of masturbation as a substitute for coitus. It is well known that in the past centuries people were happy to enjoy their pleasure with several mechanisms, situations and even with the help of toys; however, eroticism as “masturbation” was not a mere product of pleasure or sublimation of the wild instinct of copulation, rather was an experience without limitations nor related psychosis.

Coming back to our days, it is interesting how the sex toy is taking over the mere body presence of the others. The strongest pleasure experienced during toy masturbation (because of the high technology behind the sex item)/ is obscuring the need for the presence.

What are we missing here?

There is no miss. This is the nowadays reality, made by non-presence connections, high-tech sensory experiences always more close to the actual reality. Perhaps we are missing just one thing: we are missing the “self”, the consciousness. It is not whether you use a plastic toy or a penis or vagina attached to a body… Even those could be a “toy”. What we are missing is the understanding of ourselves, our being. Once the self is fully aware of itself in space and time we can experience the others’ selves in full harmony.

The multi-senses experience is strongly linked to self-awareness.

Put the case that a woman/man buys a toy capable not only to stimulate the vagina-clitoris-penis but also “simulating” in a way never experienced before (humans to humans) Here we have a miss. We are missing the senses, the warm feelings, the natural smoothness, fragrance, the taste and the “mutual agreements”. Yes, when two or more selves are together they can create the experience itself.

In absence of conscience, technology arises. In absence of self-consciousness, masturbation is the sublimation of coitus and not multi-sensorial-self-referential-experience.

It is evident how the self-gratification by an external “being that it is not self” (ontological difference?) is not reducible to a mere pleasure but a various dynamics rooted in our cultural order. The so-called object, that is mine, is the new projection of perfection. Thus, the human body becomes a commodity, commodifying itself for the sake of the moment. In that particular moment, just the deep breath, the heart rating and the veracious flux of dopamine give the Self its satisfaction.

Neither the object nor the act itself (called masturbation) can replace the coitus. Perhaps, what “we” have experienced was the real love that we cannot find with others.

There is no link between self-experience-of-pleasure and shared-feral-titillating of coitus.
The two experiences are two different worlds that should not be mixed up nor devalued against the sacred-that-is-not coitus.

Finally, the plastic toy can’t replace the human’s flesh as the human’s genital exercise can’t be replaced by the self-hypnotic-titillation.
The experience of pleasure is a unique way to reach the awareness of the self and the world around us.

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Ex-pulsion, or the lightness of the soul

Refraining from doing something is a great act of courage; the tendency towards doing something, means being aware of an instinct, almost out of control, that lead us to act in a certain way; The most famous is the sexual one, a voluptuous drive that reminds us our natural-nature. Despite our effort to hide our origin, mostly with old and anachronistic gimmicks, our natural nature is that and still celebrated with shameless pleasure.

Coming back to our act of denying: is that difficult to refrain ourselves to act impulsively? The answer is yes. Beyond the great “courage” it needs a self-restain over the average, a well-ignored self-consciousness.

We do not have formal learning on this topic, moreover, the same educators are ignorant (alas, free from any generalizations) Anyway, there remains only the old concept that wants to link the sexual instinct to the “love” (kiss-coitus-kids-family) of which the outcome (or the product? – the kid?) is often an accidental thing/being.

By flying over the related ethic, what does imply to refrain from a pulsion?
Anguish (?) Tedium (?) Painful somatic implications, partially generated by psychic dynamics. Refraining from an everyday act generated by a pulsion is the first stage of detoxification needed. We can compare this (long) process with the detoxification from psychotropic substances; it takes time and it is the first devastating act. Fortunately, the first step is almost exclusive and the following ones are less traumatic.

Getting free from a habit (vice) linked to an instinct is critical; in fact, being (us) alive because, in a drive conflict, the balance (human management of the instinct – the engine of such acts) is fundamental.

What happens in the case of a pulsational balance/imbalance? (Let’s swap impulse with lust – since the most common instincts are linked to voluptuousness)

The being shows itself in his totality, awake, shrewd, infinitely present in its presence. The balance creates a total harmony that embraces the soul, the psyche and the whole body (slave of both dimensions, never a master).
And it is precisely by this dialectic dynamic of the contraries that a pulsion becomes life-mine, giving spiritual energy, the body’s engine and of those neuron-activities.

When the balance stops, the soul falls in the whole black: the body becomes the object of involuntary spasms, unconscious as a carrier agent of noetic activities of ontological destruction. In this desperate step, being the prey of the instinct, the human being loses control of its small existence becoming a mere object in its unconscious’ hands.
Psyche: of which neuronal energy becomes atomic, uncontrolled, explosive. Mind: now disjoint from the whole human, lost in its uncontrollable games, where the sense of the things around doesn’t have meaning, anymore (and with that the time/space concept itself)

It can be called panic, anxiety or anguish. It lasts a few seconds, years not measurable. The long-awaited satisfaction is finally conquered. It has generated dissatisfaction and misery: what we have long desired has just become our most hated thought.

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La Desolazione dell’Io e l’Essere svelato – Italian Version – Feat. John Currin

Esibizionismo: corpi e menti, insieme, nella totalita’ dell’indifferenza cosciente. Nello specchio si guarda l’angoscia.

Molte parole, conversazioni e sguardi senza connessioni – perso dentro se stesso, lui stesso, lei. ({}{})
Tra la massa – solitudine. ({}{}) è solo.

Coc mostra quello che ({}{}) possiede, pensa che sia unico – Illusione.
Parole come mammelle, fianchi come vocali parlate e glutei come consonanti. Le frasi di ({}{}), i successi di ({}{}) nelle stesse parole di ({}{}) – Illusione.

({}{}) prova davvero piacere mostrandosi? Il corpo corrisponde alle sue ({}{}) parole? Sta cercando una ricompensa, globale?

Resta (il {}{}) migliore. A Nessuno importa.


L*Amore Solitario
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II. Panicnoia – Italian Version

Il sole riscalda la mia carne, la vertigine mi sbaraglia.

Voglio che la luna si scontri contro l’oscuro sfondo dei miei incubi; Nessuna stella, solo la luna, nel cielo, sola, desolata.

Provo a muovermi, i piedi sono incollati al suolo. Non mi muovo. Dentro?

Sangue, percosse, pensieri. Parestesia, xerostomia, idrocefalo.

Sento zone del mio corpo pulsare come vulcani pronti a esplodere:

D e S O L a z i o N e

Nessuno dentro di me, la mia anima non mi parla…chi sono?

Mi guardo, adesso. Si.

Tocco le mie mani, le mie braccia…parestesia.

Alzo le braccia, che sforzo! Ma le mie mani sono vuote…


Ogni passo avanti, un ricordo.
Voglio tornare bambino, spensierato, e mi guardo riflesso dentro ogni cosa mentre tutti guardano me. Arranco senza meta.
Dove sono?

Tutte quelle facce, quegli occhi mi guardano…sono un insetto paralizzato sul pavimento di colla.

Questo è ridicolo. È la fine.


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I. Panicnoia – Italian Version

Le mie gambe invisibili mentre vago tra le nuvole. Il passo incerto fatalmente verso la rovina. Bagnato di sudore, la vista annebbiata, tante facce, amici mai.

Barcollo, un’altra strana sensazione di morte; l’assaporo. L’aria è satura di angoscia. Stordito titillo le mie estremità, posso sentirlo nelle mie ossa; è il momento.

Il rumore che mi avvolge è solo mio.
Quelle risate, quelle facce, non sono consapevoli della verità, vero?
La loro?

Un altro passo, l’ultimo pensiero


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Love beyond the mere concept of affection. Brief rumination on the concept of desire – Feat. E. Schiele


Desire is the key concept of this article, so, no apologies for the repetition!

Meditation I – Sturm und Drang

In every representation of the (my/ours) reality, some objects and facts stand out miraculously: the fact that I am here, now and the object that is my body.
I have always thought that my presence in the world is a mere fact present to myself, that my being among others, even better, among objects, is a relation purely subjective.
During those ruminations, I used to touch myself, feeling the present that is mine towards my conscience, connecting the dots of my being with those of the others of outer space, not mine. During those moments, I realized that I was alive and I was a sad object called a living being.
Among objects and beings – two different experiences. Each connection with those entities is a pure matter of sadness and desperation. Being among objects was a sign of mere mortality, here and now, the cold touch of the pure non-being; while, being among the beings was always a conflict, a fight for reproduction.
All my thoughts about myself and the world around me were conveyed to one point – the desire.

Desire – the lonely sing of the desperation

I (for not saying “we”) desire because of an innate instinct of reproduction. I have always thought that desiring was a mere human fact but with the following experiences I have realized that I was just a mammal.
The concept of love is the sweetener of the pure wild desire.
At the same time, I have noticed that love is an interesting experience: from one side, it shows our nature as human beings, from the other it shows our remote belonging to wild nature.
As human beings, we can think abstract and create concepts; therefore, we’ve created the concept of love to disguise the wild instinct of desire. At the same time, love represents the pure willingness to cooperate and support, typical in a lot of species on this planet: thus, we share this beautiful concept with all beings.
By referring to this brief reasoning, I admit my origin and the conflict that it is purely mine as a human being.

The paranoid impulse

We have explained how love doesn’t match completely with desire. The fact that we desire is not a matter of love, but instinct. For desire, I mean any attractions to the others being.
Almost our life is driven by desire. In every connection, we are unconsciously guided by the primordial lewd desire. This is not a negative vision of the life/world but a mere consideration of the nature of our being. As humans, we have developed the ability to sufferer without being afflicted by it; however, under the thick layer of our conscience, we know we are lost in the dark circle of instinct.
I won’t write more about that, I just give you time and space to think about your current situation together with that of your fellow people and living being.

The paramount conflict

In every connection/relationship we can see a latent conflict. I don’t mean that our life is based on conflict since our life is among others, however, as part of nature the answer is clear, implied.
How can we overcome this situation? Of course, for many, that is not an issue, their life is going well, full of love and happiness; but what about your inner being? how can we become real humans against wild desires and habits? Nature, instinct and wild habits are not the absolute negative, not at all; but they are impediments to the fulfillment of certain souls not able to overcome that inner and rooted dimension.
By overcoming the instinct we can be the owner of ourselves, successful and fulfilled.
This is/was just a meditation. The way? go and find that out by yourself.


I was still blind, but twinkling stars did dance Throughout my being’s limitless expanse, Nothing had yet drawn close, only at distant stages I found myself, a mere suggestion sensed in past and future ages.

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EroAnGst – Feat. G. F. Watts

He was concentrating on his breathing 
While the last beat of his heart was fading away

He was still there dived into his desire.
A breath, a memory of her smell.

Powerful sensation straight into his senses
where the little details of his life were exploding in a myriad of regrets

She was crying on her knees right after another disappointment,
Ruminating on her solitude

She wasn’t there, standing under the storm, alone.
Seated on the sidewalk along the road to her desparation

Weak sensations straight into her senses
Where the regrets of her dying desires were imploding into her delusion

Forever apart
Nowhere together


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II. Panicnoia – Feat. A. Bloch

The sun warms my flesh, my lighted head spins fast.
I want the moon against the dark background of my nightmares.
No stars, just the moon, up in the sky, alone, desolated.

I try to walk but my feet are glued to the spot. I do not move. Inside, am I moving? 
Blood, beats, thoughts. My tongue is tingling, my mouth is dry, my head is exploding.

I feel places in my body pumping out like Vulcans covered up ready to erupt.

D E S O L A T I O N 

Nobody inside me, my soul is not talking to me. Who am I?
I am looking at me, yes… Right now. I am touching these hands, arms but I don’t feel myself.
I move my arms up, great boulders, but my hands are empty.


Every Step forward, one thought backwards towards the origin.
I want to be little, thoughtless, careless of myself and the world around me.
I see myself into everything, everyone is watching me while I stumble aimlessly.

Where am I?

All those faces, all those eyes staring at me… I am an insect paralyzed on a glue-covered floor.

That’s funny, it is the end.


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I. Panicnoia – Feat. P. Klee

I. Prelude

My legs are invisible while I walk on the clouds.
The next step is uncertain, slowly towards the next falling one.
Wet with sweat, my sight is blurred, many faces, enemies in disguise.

I stagger to my feet, another weird feeling of death. I can taste it, the air is saturated with anguish. Numbness, tingling in extremities – I can feel it into my bones. This is the time.

The noise around is the only mine; that laughter, happy faces unaware of the truth: theirs?

Another step, last thought.

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The desolate consciousness and the being unveiled – Feat. Egon Schiele

Exhibitionism: bodies and minds together, linked by the dull instability of the self. Reflected into the mirror, the face covered with delusion. A lot of words, written off, sentences spoken and sights without connections – lost into h(s)h(i)e(m) self. “§”

Within the multitude – solitude. § is alone.

And § shows what §s got – § thinks it is unique – delusional. Words like breasts, hips like vocals and gluteus like consonants. §s sentences, §s successes in §s own words – delusional

Does § really get pleasure by showing §self? Does §s body match §s words? Is § looking for global recognition

Keep it (the best-§) with §self. Nobody cares.