some people simply don't have the accessible experience or depth of imagination to know viscerally what they are talking about.
i am wondering whether there might be, in real life, the most sensitive creature underneath the tough talk, equipped with a schizoid mind, that has never made acquaintance with this creature.
bought sex, while feeling 100% ego separation, is not only unenjoyable to the soul, but even the body will quickly become dissociated, after only a year or less of fucking around maybe, orgasm will be flat and physical like a hickpup, and there is no pleasure in the act, it will be like taking a hard drug that no longer produces a high, but the craving is killing you. to translate the analogy, "craving" would be the schizoid mind that believes that sex is certainly better than no sex.
you would expose yourself to entirely unattractive bodily sensations (even pain, how about foreskin burn and such), because for a moment your mind believes, that it's having what it's seeking for, yet your mind is far from actually being calm, because it's pissed about it's misery. and what to do about that? become angry and beat the bitch? it's gonna be alcohol, isn't it?
for the record, i am nothing like that ^ (although i am supposedly schizoid, it's a huge spectrum), my overmind doesn't even allow me to enter even a sex shop (video store) and I always despised prostitution, but there exists analogy:
at age 23, i freaked out my first girl friend thoroughly by talking in similar, less extreme manner. i didn't know how my system would react in the imagined situations, so I fell for my minds ideas. for instance going to swinger clubs seemed like a good idea to me, mixing with strangers (from ego to ego and body to body) was my best concept of freedom from my isolation - i knew i couldn't actually do it, because of my compulsive isolation, but i declared that i wanted to do it, and hoped for psychotherapy to free me, so i could do such horrible things, as seen on TV.
i wasn't in touch with how my soul would actually react to people, who actually live like that. in my mind i corrupted the imagination, by projecting my soul into such people. i didn't have vision logic yet, and in my pluralistic delusion, red meme adaption seemed to be as good of an evolutionary achievement, as any other. i was dreaming myself out of touch with this subtle difference between me and average mortals: for me behaving like this would be a game, for them it would be real life, all they know, full identification. i also had not concept of spirituality at all.
in this reality, i could not hold up such a projection. in real situations, I actually feel people, as they are, even if my mind can't comprehend it (it can, now). and then the rabbit will run away from the wolves as fast as it can. no erection!. hell, simple smalltalk of such people is enough to make me feel like shitting my pants. i could have known back then, but the mind can be really out of touch.
of course my girl friend had had, like pretty much all girls, 10 or so relationships before "the age at with the average male inxx would have his first GF", so she had little understanding of or patience with my lack of self-awareness.
Never been invited too. I guess I would be very picky when choosing to go or not, though it's likely that I'd go if I was bored for a very short period of time, but wouldn't drink anything unless it's the good stuff.
