Pornography, Pound Town, and the Pursuit of the Puerile
How pushing the envelope made sex boring
To her credit, Madonna co-wrote the song Like a Prayer that would become the title track on her Like a Prayer album in 1989. The song launched her long, protracted, now-overcooked edgelord era, with a video featuring a controversial and sexualized black Jesus. Madonna still uses the song and its fetishized Christ in her current schtick, which are three ring circuses of air-humping Satanic Illuminati imagery and seizure-inducing lights. At its best, her voice is irritating and whiny. Her songwriting is middle of the road -- she's not terrible, but she's no Max Martin. The only things she ever had in abundance was sex and the exploitation of the outré. As we speak, Madonna is being laughed at and pitied for her desperate antics and ratchet appearance -- if adrenochrome actually works to keep anyone young and fresh, then it would follow that she is not on it.
By the time Madonna's book Sex came out in 1992, shock literature had nearly jumped the shark. I worked as a shelver at the town library at the time and the librarians had to order dozens of copies, all of which stayed checked out with wait lists for most of a year. The appeal of the book was greatly aided by the controversy surrounding it. Sex was packaged in a way that was accessible to curious suburbanites and it wasn't graphic enough to be actual porn; nonetheless, it was banned by the same legions of Tipper Gore pearl clutchers who got warning labels stuck on 2 Live Crew and Beastie Boys CDs. Getting banned, of course, was the best thing that could have possibly happened to Madonna's career. In his book The Satanic Witch, Anton LaVey reminds aspiring seductresses that there is nothing so appealing as "that which was not meant to be seen". Madonna was also in her early 30s at the time and at the peak of her physical beauty and stardom. She wasn't exactly hard to look at; people wanted to see what she looked like naked and she showed them.
Sex and the Etheric
The etheric plane is the plane of life force. I consider the etheric or energy plane one plane more subtle than smell: that is to say it rides right on top of the physical plane. Lightning and electricity are etheric plane phenomena. All beings, objects, and places are surrounded by their own unique etheric field, sometimes generally referred to as an aura. Clairvoyants can see this aura -- personally I cannot see it as I am not clairvoyant. Martial artists manipulate their own etheric force in order to defend themselves and to do cool tricks such as breaking chunks of wood. Feng shui is the science of manipulating etheric flows via house orientation, furniture placement, and home decor. Traditional Eastern medicine and Ayurveda both work mainly with the etheric plane. Traditional Western medicine used to do that too, and back in the day it was called humoral medicine.
The etheric exchange of sex, whether willing or unwilling, is one of the most powerful forces on Earth. During sex, the etheric body expands and contracts, exchanging energy as the physical body exchanges fluids. In intercourse, biological females find that their etheric body releases like a dam overflowing or a pressurized spigot losing pressure. For biological men, the etheric body is pierced and the sensation is like a vacuum being filled or like eating when you are extremely hungry. In our era of endemic etheric starvation, humans routinely become trapped by the allure of sexuality from cradle to grave, and this is unfortunate because though sex is neither inherently good nor bad, being obsessed with it is predictably negative.
Off With Their Heads!
If I was appointed Queen of the World, I would punish pedophiles with immediate death by decapitation upon being found guilty in a court of law. The reason I believe pedophilia should be punished with such extreme severity and finality is primarily etheric. Children have very strong etheric bodies. All children, regardless of organs, are etherically male, which is to say they are physically female just as they are as fetuses. The child's etheric body is shared by its parents (often just one parent, the mother) until it reaches the approximate age of seven, when the etheric body begins to separate and morph in order to make way for puberty a few years later. If we put this in the context of Eastern etheric science, children possess yang or active principle life force in excess. The elderly are the opposite: they are for the most part etheric females regardless of biological gender.
Let's look at the child as etheric male and elder as etheric female in more detail: Children are needy and selfish, existing in their own bubbles until they are socialized and taught to "play nice". As etheric males, they love bright colors, noise, and the energy of the playroom. They are exhausting and they are loud. They are yang energy personified: constantly exploring, creating, and learning how defend themselves. Astrally, children reverse sexes again and regardless of actual gender are astrally feminine. Their imaginations are fertile, ripe, and easily influenced.
The elderly, on the other hand, are yin energy personified. Nursing homes and hospitals are scary because of their yin excess. Dusty corners, decay, darkness, and a sense of going back to the dirt from whence you came are all horror movie tropes, synonymous with the old and dying. Our civilization, which pathologically fears the yin influence, is also terrified of aging and death. The old person becomes stuck in their ways or male on the astral plane, wanting to influence and not open to outside influence. Though this may superficially sound like a bad thing, it can also be construed as "owning your s**t" as an old person. The old crave the company of the young because they are deficient in yang energy. The young need the old in order to contain and limit their yang energy.
Returning to the idea of the child as sharing an etheric body with 1-2 of its parents until the approximate age of seven, we begin to understand why human children are so lost without good parents. Even when the parent is not a genetic relative, such as my own case because I was adopted at ten days old, there is a profound etheric bond between a child and its parent or primary caregiver for the duration of the formative years.
Pedophiles
Pedophilia is about physically, etherically, and astrally breaking a child into a consumable form for a temporary, addictive high off of its abundant yang energy. The pedophile seeks to pop the child's protective bubble and steal its contents. At its core, pedophilia is a pursuit of unearned wealth. Once the egg is cracked, scrambled, and devoured, the pedophile finds him or herself addicted as pedophilia is a Wendigo that demands greater and greater sacrifice. The New York Times conservatively estimates the sexual exploitation of children is a 20 billion dollar industry, but that number seems hopelessly naive and underestimated to me. In absence of deeper human relationships, regular porn addicts become child porn addicts. Some even get to the point where they want to turn fantasy into reality. Lather, rinse, repeat: new addicts become new pedophiles and new pedophiles become old pedophiles.
Peak Perversion
When I was a child in the 70s, pop culture was deep into the chase of the puerile. Jodie Foster starred in Taxi Driver as a child prostitute at age 12 in 1976. Brooke Shields starred as a child prostitute in 1978's Pretty Baby. Poor Brooke, however, was the subject of pornographic photo shoots and likely sexual abuse at the age of ten. A casual Yandex search of Brooke Shields at age 10 reveals young Brooke in full makeup posing provocatively in a hot tub. It is patently obvious that the plot of Pretty Baby wasn't just a fiction set in the Gilded Age for Brooke Shields.
The aforementioned Madonna upped the ante in the 80s. With every new release, we could all count on Madonna to bring sexy back before Justin Timberlake was out of grade school. Most girls of my era confidently assert that Madonna and her "music" were their first initiation into being sexualized at a young age. Before you think I am on some kind of Victorian high horse, keep in mind I was personally all for it and wanted to be sexy and sexualized at a young age, I just had no idea how to do it because I have always been a complete nerd. Madonna was a welcome influence for me and plenty other Gen X women.
The 90s were a turning point. By time the Sex book made the rounds, every envelope had been pushed and children were routinely sexualized as a spectator sport: the 90s were the era of child beauty pageants and JonBenet Ramsey. It's odder at this point to have a childhood that is free of being sexualized. You really do have to live in a cave or at least some kind of media-free zone where normal internet and gaming is not allowed. Millennials grew up knowing virtually no sexual limits where Gen X at least had a few -- it is no wonder Millennials embraced hook up culture.
Sexxy Red
There are a couple of viral videos going around where two teachers respectively lament the educational state of their four and five year old students. The children act up, do not listen, and their parents are uppity, entitled jerks who question the teacher rather than disciplining their progeny. Apparently, these precocious little ones sing and twerk to songs by hip hop artist Sexxy Red. The songs, if you can call them that, are Pound Town and Skee Yee. Pound Town's lyrics drop the N word about eight times per sentence and go into graphic detail about anal and oral. Skee Yee combines the N bomb with the F bomb and is mostly about anal. Though the teachers ask how a group of little kids came to know such mature music and scratch their heads, consider that these kids have spent the last three years (ages 2-5) mostly locked indoors with iPads and the answer is clear: they sing and twerk what they have been brought up on. They parrot what they know.
Hip Hop is a genre obsessed with displays of unearned wealth, especially etheric wealth. Yang energy is to be amassed and displayed in the form of golden teeth, fancy cars, mammoth McMansions, and curvy young women. The envelope has been pushed to the breaking point as it has in all mainstream media. There is no longer anything worth gawking at. Hardcore porn is just an internet connection away. Mainstream TV (not that anyone watches anymore) is cozy with the F bomb and nudity. Cinemax has been soft porn since forever: we used to call it Skinemax back in the 1980s. Of course five year olds are getting thrown under the bus: when all the boundaries are erased, little kids get thrown into the pit until the last child is consumed by the last demonic pedophile. I am reminded of the plight of the Gelflings in Jim Henson's animatronic/puppetronic wonder The Dark Crystal.
Truth be told, pedophilia is boring because at this point it has been done to death, often literally. There is something very off about the whopping majority of alleged travelers to Epstein's Pedo Island -- it's as if it is a psychic stain that won't wash off. Like a subtle but bad smell, you don't notice it until someone alerts you to it, but once you know, it's all you notice. I used to enjoy movies and music by those people a great deal more before I knew about the allegations.
Maybe I am just getting old, but I can no longer bring myself to care about the output of artists who deliberately try to shock or titillate with sexuality. It's boring. They can throw all of the five year olds under the bus and make Sesame Street into a full on drag show -- I'm done and I don't care. Every time Madonna does her OK Boomer geriatric gyrations onstage, it makes me grateful I was shepherded down the path of earned wealth, modesty, relationships that are based on deeper things than looks or money, and cleaning my own damn toilet.
I am intrigued by the "cleaning your toilet" challenge. I am unable to participate, because that's one of the jobs my children do for their pocket money. They are growing up relatively well-off, and they need to understand the connection between work and reward, and appreciate the humble work done by so many in our society which keeps the rest of us comfortable.
A while back I was thinking about this for MPs and Senators. Here we often hear about their big expense accounts and all that. I think they should build a dormitory for them in Canberra, a men's and a women's (they already drink too much and there's a sexual harassment scandal every week), and they're rostered on to clean the toilets and showers. The dormitory will take some time to build, but with 226 MPs and Senators, they can start on the toilet cleaning right away.
The regular if not frequent wiping up of scattered piss, shit streaks and unblocking toilets clogged with bloody pads and tampons wrongly-flushed ought to remind them of their place in the world.
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