The love paradox; you aren’t loved until you’ve been destroyed

I am talking about sex, primarily. I suspect that the destruction can happen in another area of your personality, too, particularly among friends, but in sexual relationships, I’m talking about sex.

Truthfully, I say, you are not an adult until you’ve been sexually (pleasurably) violated. You can have all the sex you can find and still not have a true experience until someone is bold enough to step over your boundaries – with all the love they feel for you simultaneously. Sadly, someone can think this is what they are doing when in fact they are only raping you, either emotionally or physically, but as adults, we simply have to learn to fight back. Kids be kids, but let us adults deal with things with a little less drama.

That took a bit too dark a note from the word go, but…

What I am talking about is finding the exact balance between another person’s “I want to but I am afraid to” and your own “I will force you into what you are afraid of admitting you want”. If you get what they want wrong, you crash and burn, and it may be risky as hell, too, but if you get it right… You get it so right.

Oddly enough, I think we are hard-wired to fulfill other people’s subconscious needs. These needs can be VERY complex and not always bright and shiny. Nobody truly wants an easy ride, I don’t think, because if they did, they’d feel they haven’t earned what they have. All victories must have some pain attached, and whatever poison you choose, you drink it willingly. I suspect this need may vanish in our future as a species and immortal spirits, but as for now, we feel like we have to earn our keep so to speak.

But love, that’s another note. The understanding of taking someone from their weakened state and force them into their adult self… Through sex.

By the way, when someone gets it wrong, we will fight back (and win)

There is the possibility that someone gets you wrong, so very, very wrong. The thing is, I don’t even believe in the possibility that someone might manage to do something to you that you didn’t, somehow, invite or welcome, on some very deep level. I might be wrong about this, so very wrong, but I think that if someone truly doesn’t want something done to them, they’re like an iron wall against it.

Their energy changes to the point where a rapist will turn away after their intended victim puts an iron force field against them. The profound: Hell no, no way, this ain’t happening. EVER. For as long as they are unsure of what they want or don’t want, things can and will happen. Terrible things can happen.

I will force you into what you want because I want you to want what you want

The love comes when two needs meet, and one or the other, it doesn’t matter whether the aggressor is male or female, forces matters into place. There are people who are looking to do this a bit too strongly, and then they wind up writing songs like the Wrecking Ball, realizing that what you wanted wasn’t what he wanted, but when you get it right, you simply shatter a thin wall and write song lyrics to the tune of “Now there’s not even breathing room / between pleasure and pain / Yeah, you cry when we’re making love. / Must be one and the same.”

Women often have all kinds of barriers in place between themselves and the sexual woman they truly want to be. An instinctive man should know how to take her where she wants to be – not where he thinks she needs to be. A woman should know that a man wants to be leashed, but be sensitive enough to know when he wants you to leash him and when he agrees to be leashed by you lacking a better option.

The Enigma Effect

There are people, both men and women, who are sexually confident and relaxed to the point where they no longer feel like they’re breaking anyone, they simply do their own thing like it’s nothing. They may, during their time, give the impression of a True Emotion Mirror breaking, even though they are barely affected by it themselves.

This doesn’t mean that the Enigma is invulnerable themselves, not at all. They are seeking for their own thrill, their own love, their own amazing connection the same as everyone, but their soul age forces them to keep looking where the younger souls are already more than shaken enough.

They no longer have to come to terms with “being a certain way”, they already have made their peace with their sexuality and the kind a long time ago. You can’t break something that is already been broken – and I speak of ego. We are all shattering each other’s ego, each other’s false ego, to be specific, small piece by piece.

Admit that you’re a bit gay…

Imagine a scene.

He is a proud heterosexual man. She is a shared girl, and she knows her men. She knows a bisexual man when she sees one. This man is everything she ever wanted, proud, perfectionist, a little cocky about his abilities. His best friend is beneath him, he thinks. She knows this, too, as his best friend isn’t as ambitious. He’s glad to submit.

She puts a leash on him, literally, on the dominant man, to tell him he is dangerous and strong. She makes him submit to her will for this moment, and the leash is to tell him there is only one way to dominate him; to physically restrain him. She leads him to his best friend, forces him on his knees to watch her suck his best friend’s cock and to admit him to be his equal.

When you force someone to see what was there the whole time, to see through his own ego, his own pretense, and watch oneself in what he really is… What you really are, that’s when you are broken and made at the same time. Your child self shatters and your true self takes its place.

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