Ethics is, or at least can be understood as being, creatively derived out of the full range of bodily-imaginative experiences – sex perhaps the most prominent, but also individual/familial/communal love, beauty, truth, existing, historicity, urgency, fear, awe, death
And once you figure out ethics, everything else pretty much falls into place … including meaning/religiousness, though that may take some additional work … Well, yeah – creating meaning in the face of randomness is a major intellectual, emotional, existential life-project, that’s for sure
I just ended up being alone too much, from so early on –
From the time of the divorce, and before – probably from birth, in the incubator, maybe even in the womb itself
A masculinity of presence – presence to, presence for, presence toward, presence with
FTD: An agri/cultural history of the floral-industrial complex
The whole thing has been rooted in and misshaped by a big misunderstanding, starting at some young age
The typical state of modern men is to be shell shocked by the initial rush, the flourishing, and the fading of testosterone
Notice what I AM doing, and try to appreciate and be glad for that
I’ve had, and am still having, a beautiful and interesting life, with myself in an overall positive and helpful role A life to be glad for
I could have been a professor or scholar of the history of erotica in Western culture
Including evolution and biology of the erotic, Ethologies of Eros, religious erotica (or the religious erotic), the Ages of Eurotica, history of Anglo-American erotica and erotics, comparative eroticas (e.g. South Asia, Indian influence on early high British erotica and erotic consciousness, etc)
This isn’t my world. I don’t want to live here. I refuse living here.
Which results in, living nowhere. I have been that way ever since moving to Minnesota, and in important ways before that – from premature birth to stuttering to family troubles even before Fred left and Granpa died and Mom retreated, all of which went into shaping the apocalypse that was Minnesota, itself a process over … More This isn’t my world. I don’t want to live here. I refuse living here.