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(428KB, 1440x960) Reverse Daily reminder that the constant obsession over homosexuality, or the morality of homosexuality is uniquely abrahamic. Perhaps the recent sandnigger conflict has drawn certain types of mudskin posters.
Confessions of a mask : Yukio mishima
CHAPTER TWO
1.For over a year now I had been suffering the anguish of a child provided with a curious toy. I was twelve years old.
2.This toy increased in volume at every opportunity and hinted that, rightly used, it would be quite a delightful thing. But directions for its use were nowhere written, and so, when the toy took the initiative in wanting to play with me, my bewilderment was inevitable. Occasionally my humiliation and impatience became so aggravated that I even thought I wanted to destroy the toy. In the end, however, there was nothing for it but to surrender on my side to the insubordinate toy, with its expression of sweet secrecy, and wait passively to see what would happen.
3.Then I took it into my head to try listening more dispassionately to the toy's wishes. When I did so, I found that soon it already possessed its own definite and unmistakable tastes, or what might be called its own mechanism. The nature of its tastes had become bound up, not only with my childhood memories, but, one after another, with such things as the naked bodies of young men seen on a summer's seashore, the swimming teams seen at Meiji Pool, the swarthy young man a cousin of mine married, and the valiant heroes of many an adventure story. Until then I had mistakenly thought I was only poetically attracted to such things, thus confusing the nature of my sensual desires with a system of esthetics.
4.The toy likewise raised its head toward death and pools of blood and muscular flesh. Gory dueling scenes on the frontispieces of adventury-story magazines, which I borrowed in secret from the student houseboy; pictures of young samurai cutting open their bellies, or of soldiers struck by bullets, clenching their teeth and dripping blood from between hands that clutched at khaki-clad breasts ; photographs of hard-muscled sumo wrestlers, of the third rank and not yet grown too fat—at the sight of such things the toy would promptly lift its inquisitive head. (If the adjective "inquisitive" be inappropriate, it can be changed to read either "erotic" or "lustful.")
5.Coming to understand these matters, I began to seek physical pleasure consciously, intentionally. The principles of selection and arrangement were brought into operation. When the composition of a picture in an adventure-story magazine was found defective, I would first copy it with crayons, and then correct it to my satisfaction. Then it would become the picture of a young circus performer dropping to his knees and clutching at a bullet wound in his breast; or a tight-rope walker who had fallen and split his skull open and now lay dying, half his face covered with blood. Often at school I would become so preoccupied with the fear that these bloodthirsty pictures, which I had hidden away in a drawer of the bookcase at home, might be discovered during my absence that I would not even hear the teacher's voice. I knew I should have destroyed them promptly after drawing them, but my toy was so attached to them that I found it absolutely impossible to do so.
6.In this manner my insubordinate toy passed many futile days and months without achieving even its secondary goal—what I shall call my "bad habit"—let alone its ultimate, its primary goal.
>The nature of its tastes had become bound up, not only with my childhood memories, but, one after another, with such things as the naked bodies of young men seen on a summer's seashore
>naked bodies of young men
>men
7.My blind adoration of Omi was devoid of any element of conscious criticism, and still less did I have anything like a moral viewpoint where he was concerned. Whenever I tried to capture the amorphous mass of my adoration within the confines of analysis, it would already have disappeared. If there be such a thing as love that has neither duration nor progress, this was precisely my emotion. The eyes through which I saw Omi were always those of a "first glance" or, if I may say so, of the "primeval glance." It was purely an unconscious attitude on my part, a ceaseless effort to protect my fourteen-year-old purity from the process of erosion.
8.Could this have been love? Grant it to be one form of love, for even though at first glance it seemed to retain its pristine form forever, simply repeating that form over and over again, it too had its own unique sort of debasement and decay. And it was a debasement more evil than that of any normal kind of love. Indeed, of all the kinds of decay in this world, decadent purity is the most malignant.
9.Nevertheless, in my unrequited love for Omi, in this the first love I encountered in life, I seemed like a baby bird keeping its truly innocent animal lusts hidden under its wing. I was being tempted, not by the desire for possession, but simply by unadorned temptation itself.
>Could this have been love?
>unrequited love for Omi
Metaphysics of sex : Julius Evola
Chapter 2 : Metaphysics of sex
Page : 63
1.In Natural homosexuality or in the predespostion to it, the most straightforward explanation is provided by what we said earlier about the differing levels of sexual development and about the fact that the process of sexual development in its physical and, even more so, in its psychic aspects can be incomplete.
2.In that way, the original bisexual nature is surpassed to a lesser extent than in a normal human being.
>Natural homosexuality or in the predespostion to it
>the original bisexual nature
Chapter 3 : Phenomena of transcendancy in profane love
Page : 69-70
>The individual may be driven to suicide, homicide, or madness if he can not satisfy his desire.
Collected works of Carl Gustav Jung Vol:10 ; Civilisation in transition
II The love problem of a student ; page : 117
Homosexual relations between students of either sex are by no means
uncommon. So far as I can judge of this phenomenon, I would say that
these relationships are less common with us, and on the continent
generally, than in certain other countries where boy and girl college
students live in strict segregation. I am speaking here not of pathological
homosexuals who are incapable of real friendship and meet with little
sympathy among normal individuals, but of more or less normal
youngsters who enjoy such a rapturous friendship that they also express
their feelings in sexual form.
II The love problem of a student ; page : 118
>Normally, the practice of homosexuality is not prejudicial to later
>heterosexual activity. Indeed, the two can even exist side by side. I know a
>very intelligent woman who spent her whole life as a homosexual and then
>at fifty entered into a normal relationship with a man.