My "blog" started life as a study in my own personal sexuality. Trying to find the common element that defined attraction for me, as I refuse to be a prisoner to my instinctual desires. Are we such simple creatures that our existence remains controlled by fifty thousand year old instincts? Is our sense of attraction merely an algebraic equation that was established at the beginning of time? Is my life so meaningless that I'm simply here to fuck, produce offspring, and die? Where in our DNA are the nucleotides that control our perceived "taste". What decides what we enjoy or to what we are attracted? I am beginning to believe that we are not products of our environment, and that our personal choices are not dictated by learned behavior, but something much more primal.
The only way to begin a change in our innate predispositions is to reinforce a behavior until it induces a physical change in our DNA. Effectively creating a new marker in our genome. Then we must mate with a partner whom has similar traits resulting from coinciding cultivation.
But sadly genetics teach us otherwise. That we are a result of the subjugation of recessive genes. Sadly making it impossible to evolve the human race into a more transcendent being.
So for now, if you find someone special, hold onto them. They cannot cure the worlds ethical dilemmas. Take solace in your little world. That's all we are. Just a conglomeration of little worlds.
I want to cuddle naked and fall asleep in someone’s arms after a really rough fuck...