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Relevant Renaissance, Part 2

it’s dif­fi­cult to be upright and per­verse, emo­tion­al and intel­lec­tu­al, impen­e­tra­ble and vul­ner­a­ble, with­out sac­ri­fic­ing the integri­ty and val­ue of all of them.

—corus aqui­lo

This is the first time that a com­ment has been so good, it spawned anoth­er entry (although I fail to see how being a well-round­ed indi­vid­ual has any­thing to do with per­son­al iden­ti­ty, so I cut that part out).

In P.E. dur­ing high school, I learned that there’s no such thing as the per­fect ath­lete. If some­one builds up their speed, they lose endurance. If some­one works on their strength, they lose flex­i­bil­i­ty. To be a per­fect ath­lete is impos­si­ble, because there’s a very strict phys­i­cal lim­i­ta­tion involved.

To be well round­ed in a much more gen­er­al sense, to be a mod­ern day (non-ped­a­gog­i­cal­ly rel­e­vant) Renaissance Man, on the oth­er hand, is only lim­it­ed by the mind. This means that many qual­i­ties do not oppose each oth­er the way phys­i­cal qual­i­ties do. One can be cere­bral, intel­lec­tu­al, yet emo­tion­al at the same time. One can be firm and opin­ion­at­ed about recy­cling, yet open-mind­ed about god and reli­gion, all at once. One can appre­ci­ate fuck­ing hard and fuck­ing gen­tly, because one does not take away from the oth­er.

The key to this is a sep­a­ra­tion of self from bias. One has to be able to appre­ci­ate any­thing from any oth­er point of view. To do this requires an almost pure­ly sub­jec­tive mind­set, tear­ing one­self away of ones own bias. Only then can one improve in any aspect. The hard­est thing, as not­ed by corus aqui­lo, is keep­ing the integri­ty and val­ue of both, because appre­ci­a­tion, not enjoy­ment, is the true mea­sure of being round­ed. They may go hand-in-hand, as appre­ci­a­tion often leads to enjoy­ment, but it’s the basis of such that becomes impor­tant. There’s a fine line between those who enjoy a box of Kraft Dinner as much as 20 oz. New York steak, and those who can appre­ci­ate the two. The for­mer is con­sid­ered a per­son with no taste, the lat­ter can be con­sid­ered a cos­mopo­lite.

The Olympic decathlon record hold­er often holds the title of “the Worlds Greatest Athlete”. It’s the only objec­tive test of all around ath­let­ic abil­i­ty, mea­sured in speed, spring, strength, and sta­mi­na. To be a bet­ter per­son in the gen­er­al sense, is to be a round­ed in much the same man­ner. The mea­sure is any­thing from con­ver­sa­tion­al skills, to gen­eros­i­ty, to golf hand­i­cap, to patience, to aca­d­e­m­ic achieve­ments.

The only objec­tive test is life.

Snowflake

I have this the­o­ry that there’s no myth to the female orgasm. There are some who can have one and some who can’t. Most of the girls I’ve dat­ed have been able to achieve cli­max (or have led me to believe so), but there was one who nev­er did and nev­er seemed to care. There is no set attribute for all women.

This may be sup­port­ed by the fact that it’s the same with the types of orgasms, which vary not only from woman to woman, but from each occur­ring time as well. Some are implo­sive, some are explo­sive. Some are cen­tered in a region, some affect the entire body. Some cause lethar­gy, some cause ener­gy.

I think the abil­i­ty to have an orgasm is most­ly men­tal. The girl­friend who nev­er had one was a stone in bed, and I lat­er real­ized that she had the men­tal capac­i­ty to match.

Another girl­friend was of a sim­i­lar demeanour, but I could tell that she had the abil­i­ty to be taught at the right time, and the right per­son would have the patience to teach her the right things. I find that men­tal­ly strong girls are the ones who have the best orgasms. They’re also the most fun, because they know what they like and they aren’t afraid to ask for it, allow­ing for a lot of explo­ration. It was only when I met a strong girl that I was com­fort­able push­ing her body, com­fort­able fig­ur­ing out what she liked. She had the best orgasms, and she’s the only one I know who’s been able to have two very dif­fer­ent, very dis­tinct orgasms in a row, or orgasms that would last longer than a minute.

Even the expres­sions after­wards are unique, whether it’s a joc­u­lar look of “Don’t touch me, I’m over­stim­u­lat­ed” or bewil­dered “What the FUCK did you just do?” or “Give me a minute, I can’t feel my brain”. Guys are total­ly dif­fer­ent. Their expres­sions are linked to their orgasms, and they only have two: the angry face (aggres­sive, dom­i­nant, empow­er­ing), and the con­fused face (soft, whim­per­ing, almost sor­ry, à la Ben Stiller in There’s Something About Mary).

But that’s just my the­o­ry.

Durex Performax

Prolongs plea­sure with cli­max con­trol lubri­cant.

  • Contains heat acti­vat­ed cli­max con­trol lubri­cant on the inside and silky-smooth lubri­cant on the out­side
  • Fitted shape for easy-on and great feel
  • Low latex scent
  • WARNING: Premature ejac­u­la­tion may be due to a con­di­tion requir­ing med­ical super­vi­sion

I won­der what the tar­get mar­ket is. Men who can’t seem to last longer than eight sec­onds, or sen­si­tive guys who just want to be bet­ter lovers for their woman? I’ve been led to believe that they’re for men who don’t enjoy hav­ing any feel­ings in their cock after sex. (I apol­o­gize for the use of the word cock in the last sen­tence. My entries have been com­ment­ed as being strong­ly penile, which both­ers some women. The word itself makes some women uncom­fort­able. Penis.)

They remind me of this trip to the den­tist I had when I was young, and had been a bad boy for let­ting a cav­i­ty devel­op. Before clean­ing the site and cement­ing the fill­ing, my den­tist stuck me with three nee­dles of local anes­thet­ic. 15 min­utes lat­er, he came back and start­ed to work sore, ful­ly sen­sa­tion­al, mouth. I left his office, and short­ly after I got home, my mouth went com­plete­ly numb and I sthart­ed to taalk liyke thith.

Salt And Pepper

I keep find­ing new white hairs on my head. I’m start­ing to go slight­ly grey on the sides like my father, although he start­ed at 15. My hair is still very thick though, while his has thinned sig­nif­i­cant­ly. Some see the thick hair as a good thing, but I see it most­ly as a has­sle. If I don’t con­di­tion, it turns coarse. Aaron jokes that it’s my mane, as if girls grab onto it to con­trol me dur­ing sex.

In The Moment

One of the most embar­rass­ing things to ever hap­pen to me was when I was get­ting inti­mate with a per­son I just start­ed dat­ing. She sud­den­ly said, “I don’t think we should be doing this…”, in a sort of whiny, oper­at­ic tone.

First thought: “Uh oh”

Second thought: “Oh wait, I get it. Quick, say some­thing sexy”

First words out of mouth: “Don’t you want to?”

Third thought: “Oh god I’m an idiot”

Her response: “Just got­ta play along…”

We had­n’t known each oth­er for very long, so it’s not like the whole con­cept of role-play­ing had been pre­vi­ous­ly dis­cussed. It would­n’t have mat­tered any­way, because I’m the worst actor in the world if I’m unpre­pared. If I have a sto­ry or mind­set planned out before­hand I can act per­fect­ly, but if I have to think on the spot my mind just freezes. The hard­est part of a sit­u­a­tion like this is that I’d feel like I was tak­ing advan­tage of a girl (albeit false­ly), which is some­thing I don’t think I could even pre­tend to do.