Cognisant
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So there I was in Machida walking through the manga section of a bookstore and I'm confronted by imagery that's frankly erotic, so like any supposedly healthy minded person I'm trying not to look as I browse for more tasteful fare like "Black Jack" or "Ghost In The Shell"... well okay I'm trying not to be seen looking. But when I look around I'm intrigued by the total aplomb of the people around me, they couldn't care less about what I'm looking at, or what I see them looking at, to them this blatant perversity (yoai, yuri, and everything else) was mundane. So I just stood there for a bit, mulling it over, untill the truth of it occurred to me in a burst of hilarity, that in fact I was the perverse one.
After some time and coffee I had worked out the sheer hilariously-horrifying extent of my mind's perversity, for y'see to be perverse is to derive sexual connotations from actions/situations/context of a non-sexual nature. Now consider the simple act of holding hands which is something I actively avoid doing (as with almost all human contact) and I'm sure many, if not all of you, would be uncomfortable if I picked up your (still attached
) hand. Lets ask ourselves why this is uncomfortable, is it because I'm hurting you (no), is it because I'm restricting your movement (very unlikely) or is it because I'm encroaching upon your personal space, that is to say I'm not just touching you, that by merely touching your hand I've put you in a intimate situation… are we really so sensitive? If I rubbed the skin on the back of your hand the right way could that be considered an intimate act with sexual connotations?
Of course this is ridiculous, hands are just hands, there’s nothing sexual about holding someone’s hand, but y’see the problem is psychological, to the person who considers (subconsciously) the act of holding hands to be connotative of further intimacy having their hand abruptly seized by another is a lesser form of rape, and here I am seizing up whenever someone hugs me *face palm* not because I’m turned on in any way, instead because on a psychological level I’m being raped.
The same principals apply to my original example, being in the bookstore, where I falsely (subconsciously) perceived the context to be of a sexual nature because of the explicit nature of the imagery around me, but in reality I may as well have been standing in the law history section of a state library. Was the guy next to me going to condemn me for looking at what any healthy young man can’t help but notice, of course not, unless obviously the content contained socially unacceptable messages of a clearly sexist nature, or something like that.
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Robots, robots, robots.
They don’t feeling being touched, they don’t have subconscious connotations.
I wanted to be a robot, to be freed of cognitive dissonance.
Today I bought a pack of Gundam Condoms, because I thought they were cool.
After some time and coffee I had worked out the sheer hilariously-horrifying extent of my mind's perversity, for y'see to be perverse is to derive sexual connotations from actions/situations/context of a non-sexual nature. Now consider the simple act of holding hands which is something I actively avoid doing (as with almost all human contact) and I'm sure many, if not all of you, would be uncomfortable if I picked up your (still attached

Of course this is ridiculous, hands are just hands, there’s nothing sexual about holding someone’s hand, but y’see the problem is psychological, to the person who considers (subconsciously) the act of holding hands to be connotative of further intimacy having their hand abruptly seized by another is a lesser form of rape, and here I am seizing up whenever someone hugs me *face palm* not because I’m turned on in any way, instead because on a psychological level I’m being raped.
The same principals apply to my original example, being in the bookstore, where I falsely (subconsciously) perceived the context to be of a sexual nature because of the explicit nature of the imagery around me, but in reality I may as well have been standing in the law history section of a state library. Was the guy next to me going to condemn me for looking at what any healthy young man can’t help but notice, of course not, unless obviously the content contained socially unacceptable messages of a clearly sexist nature, or something like that.
…
Robots, robots, robots.
They don’t feeling being touched, they don’t have subconscious connotations.
I wanted to be a robot, to be freed of cognitive dissonance.
Today I bought a pack of Gundam Condoms, because I thought they were cool.