From: Pooty Boy | Posted: 2/6/2011 10:31:45 PM | #003
Because I'm honestly a REALLY genuine, nice, caring, smart guy in every other aspect of my life.
But the sexual part of me isn't.
Nobody's is. Or at least, mine isn't. I mean,
I know what you're talking about. However genuine, nice, caring, or smart I may be in general, I have many sexual feelings of which I'm not proud. It's not even remotely fair that you or I, by no fault of our own, should be constantly tempted to do what isn't actually in our best interests. It's maddening that we should be our own worst enemies. Perhaps you can now see why I tend to regard sexuality as one of the many tragedies of the human condition. One could hardly ask for a better demonstration of the nigh-universality of these problems than the fact that you, a sexual braggart, and I, a fiercely antisexual celibate, are tormented alike.
But what's the right way to respond to this incurable insanity? To give in, to sacrifice all hope of choosing our own destinies to the dubious goal of sexual gratification uninhibited by prudence? Of course not! Very generally, the challenge of the human condition is to do the right thing in spite of temptation to do otherwise. The temptations of life vary widely in source, type, and degree, and it's often anything but obvious what the right thing to do is. But when the right thing to do
is obvious, you have no excuse, no matter how much you've been victimized. You've got to resist! You've got to assert your humanity! You've got to prove to yourself and to an increasingly misanthropic world that we humans, however miserable our pedigree, are capable of real ambition, of fighting our own brutal inclinations in the name of a principle.
So whose counsel will you take, that of your conscience, your religion, your humanity, and all your friends here on PMS, or that of your penis?
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"Now I will have less distraction." —Euler, upon going blind in one eye