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Also, way to shift this thread towards serious and worthwhile discourse while I was sleeping, you assholes. Except for the last page. I guess the cosmos sensed my return was imminent and worked through you all to make me feel more at home posting here again. Otherwise I might have entered, frozen momentarily and then run off like a startled deer. And you'd have lost my graceful beauty forever.
That said I guess all of this has pulled a completely serious comment out of me:
As far as I'm concerned, I never cared too much about how others perceived my comments on this board. Whether they've been viewed as dimwitted, as signs of a genuinely reprehensible man, as pure parody, as largely parody but with slivers of truth, as tired, as offensive, as infuriatingly single-minded, or just plain mediocre. I post here because it entertains me. When it stops entertaining me, I'll stop posting here. On that same note, my comments tend to be extremely sexualized because this is something that genuinely entertains and interests me. I am a horny dude. Correction: a very horny dude. I am loaded with hormones that make me think about fucking and being violent incessantly. I literally can't look at another human being without considering these things: a woman, fucking her (i.e. do I want to? If so, how?), a man, beating him to death (i.e. how would I do so if I needed to?) In my youth, I fought this basic biology. I wanted to cut myself off from it. Now, in my... well, I guess it's still my youth comparatively... I'm 27.... so in my latter days of youth, I've learned to embrace my biological leanings. In fact, I am enthralled with them. I'd say that I have a reasonably inteeligent mind (typo left in for 'irony'), and this mind has had to develop with these raging hormones. It's had to develop in spite of them, and alongside them. They've colored me every step of the way. I'm happy with where my mind is, developmentally, and I'm self aware.
As for our hyper-sexualized culture, I love it. I love it because it feeds my urges, tantalizes them, exploits them.... but mainly because it's a testament to nature itself. Our primal urges are so fucking strong that we simply can't escape them. They're an obsession that we are simultaneously aware and unaware of. No matter how much we want to play dress-up, we're still just animals. And I am very much at peace with this.
[Another serious comment to follow.]
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