Life in a teacup

Do you remember those days?  I still can.  That vibrant feeling to which I had looked forward for so long with mounting expectation and anticipation.  The amazing feeling when looking into a woman's eyes in the naiveté of youth!  

Much later (sadly), I 'grew up' to pick over the dusty ashes of my youth.

Gosh, the thought of loving a woman!  The pulse-pounding feeling when I looked into certain women's eyes as the same look was reflected back to me.  

As I crossed the threshold of puberty, I began to realize that something was awry.  It took me another fifty years to figure it out.

Loving a woman; to me, that always implied face to face.  The idea of loving a woman was planted so firmly in my head that everything must turn out perfectly, right? 

All the movies talked about how fine it is to love a woman.  Foolishly, I bought it all, hook, line, and sinker.  The happily-ever-after was a given, right?  Then puberty hit like a freight train.  Vague feelings began to disturb me.  

The shock of attaining puberty totally unprepared for the failure of loving coitus tore me apart.  

How could it be that three thousand years after the human race gained some supposed level of wit, no one had prepared me for that utter failure?

But, still, it was going to be like magic!  Right?  Funny thing.  The magic was missing.

Wow, what a shock.  Everything was not okay.  Research all I cared (and I am very good at researching) and the best I got was, "it's still a mystery!  Good luck!" "Hold on with everything you've got!"

I'm sorry but I'm calling it right here and now.  Our ancestors have acted like morons.

Not their fault really.  The stupour of the animal has been in charge since the beginning.  

Our most ancient ancestors became befuddled and they didn't dare let the befuddlement show.  So, they hid that which confounded them from themselves and their descendants.  Then, they acted like everything was okay.  Right.  Just bizarre.

The animal's proclivities remain lurking in the subconscious while a cover-up of the utter failure of sentient consciousness to address this critical issue was created.  

The cover-up has proceeded to get more complicated and bizarre ever since the first sentient thought was tossed in the bin with prejudice.  

The truth and a question remained hidden in our subconscious.  "How come I'm the only damned one to get pleasure out of this most natural act of sex?  What about the woman?"  "How can anybody possibly call this an act of love until both are ringing the bell?"

Look around.  The disturbance runs deep, far beyond the bounds of insanity.  

Maybe the worst question, "Why do I have this problem?  What about all the other guys?"  As it turns out, somewhere between 75% (official estimate) and 99% (my own estimate; call it 100% for all intents and purposes, since some men figure it out well enough for themselves, but not the intricacies, the underlying cause and impetus that must be understood) of men have the same issue.  

It is only the limitations that were imposed on an animal.  The same limitations do not apply to a human.  We think or, at least, we can, when the blinders are stripped away.  I know it scares men spitless to think about it, but what other choice do you have?  Continue on like a wrecking ball for all of humanity?

    I've shown myself the issue can be overcome.  I am certain it can work for everyone, once they quit freaking out and ignoring the issue.  What's the worst that could happen, if by some unimaginable consequence, I'm wrong?

    Well, the real worst is that we attempt to cover up the issue and scurry back in hiding.  The next best, under those unbelievable conditions, is that we suck it up, open the discussion, put the facts on the table, and decide how a human, sentient race moves forward.

    The fact is, I do not believe there is the slightest chance I am wrong.  Not just because I proved it to myself but, also, because we are a sentient, highly intelligent, highly motivated race that can think, not just react by instinct, and, I cannot believe that Nature left us high and dry.  I just can't believe it.

    I am certain I haven't had the last say in how to make it work best.  I expect many, many innovations and improvements, once our minds are opened.

    Okay, there is a worse case.  We continue on our path of insanity and destruction, put the hope back in the Box and carry on.  In that case, we are no worse off than we are today. 

The very inhuman response, so far, has been to ignore the issue or, lately, use a pill.  The pill does not substitute for a man's humanity.  If anything it ruins it further.

Neither is a sentient approach.  It just digs the animal's trench that much deeper.  

The desire for a pill, by the way, only emphasizes the desire we have hid from with every breath since the beginning. 

Man's humanity is only unleashed by the self-actualization caused by conquering the animal's witless instincts that have held us back.  On his own!

The long suppression of the subject of sex has been our bane.  It did a number on me.  Until I finally realized it's not sex that is the central issue we have avoided.  It's coitus.  We even avoid the real issue by getting all in a flurry about 'sex'.  Coitus is the problem, pure and simple.

We have been programmed by our ancestors to accept the paradigms of the animal that preceded us regarding the act of coitus and, really, all of sex.  

The issue that men face was never considered, spoken of, or thought about.  How's that going for you?  

If the subject ever comes up, crush it with a mountain.  You can see the results of the decision that we have followed for three millennia all around you.  It has all been inadvertently directed at distorting reality.  It is a mountain of nonsense that we have followed.

The question that has never been seriously asked is, "Why in the hell can't I do significantly better than some damned animal?"  Not by a minute or two, but as long as the woman desires.

We even justified the animals' failure by declaring two or three minutes a success!  It means nothing without the loving of a woman in the way I have always dreamed.  Three minutes doesn't cut it.

Some of the stupid shit that gets by under the alias of "being a man" is appalling.  InCel and all the other thugs come to mind.  Clearly, the stupour runs deep.

Well, I asked that most important question and answered it.  There is no good damned reason the instincts of an animal cannot be overcome.  

Coitus can consistently be a loving act for the human race.  It only becomes a loving act when both take full pleasure in it.  

The clock that ends coitus in a hurry, and ruins any chance of love, can be suspended by a man for as long as desired.  The clock is for witless animals.

One terrible effect of the stupour we have endured because of this blindspot is that it changes men's perception of themselves in oh, so many awful ways.  

The inability to supersede the animal has crushed men's spirit for millennia.  This unmentioned issue has haunted the whole race since the beginning.  The awful feelings of men have been masked with awful behaviour in so many awful ways.  

From toxic masculinity to despair of life; from obsessing about money, power, and fame to pompous facades, it's all the same source.  

The worst is the con job that has been pulled on all of humanity (including men) in order to distract all of humanity from that which confounds us,  And remains broken for no good reason.  We conned ourselves.

We have put on an act like everything is okay.  Really???!!?  All because we have been wrongly confident in the animal's fear of failure, fear of the unknown.  We have made the grave mistake of continuing to believe we are no better than an animal.

This removed any chance of viewing the problem in a rational manner in order to even consider the possibility of success.  We were defeated before we ever started.

It is just so ironic that, as the answer is finally laid out, it's about not using certain muscles.  We made an olympic event out of something at which you win by not using certain muscles.  

That has been a huge part of the problem.  As long as we viewed the problem as an animal would, we fail.  

It is all about overcoming the instincts of a male animal that does it in a mindless manner.

With the brain shut down from considering any sentient thought on the matter, the animal's take on the success of loving coitus was all that was considered.  Struggle, struggle to last two minutes.  It could never work as long as we didn't take it out in the open and take a close look at what is really going on.  It could never work until we took it out of the context of an animal.

But, that's all covered in the last seven books I wrote.  Ten and Millennium are my personal favorites.  Human is, by far, my favorite.  Any one of them explains the necessary Details for a man to learn to make love and be human, as well as how the ludicrous mess has continued on for three millennia.  Yes, I'm sure there is more to learn as we progress as a human race rather than a witless, distracted race of animals with too much brains.

On this single subject and all about its periphery, we have shut down our thinking.  It has affected every single aspect of our existence.

So far, it is the animal that has ruled our insanity while lurking in the subconscious.  

During miserable periods like these, the animal struts across the world stage in all its stupour, like a fool.

I have explained where we went wrong fairly thoroughly in eleven books.

The animal that preceded us trained us not to think.  We froze for millennia like a deer in the headlights.  

We can be in control of our bodies.  

That's it.  An animal can't, but we can.  

When we quit going at it like an animal and use the higher functions that Nature provided to a sentient race, we win.  

When we combine thinking with the rest of the gifts that Nature provided, we win.  We become human.

It's not some superpower that some men have and some men don't.  Any sentient male can succeed at loving coitus.  Some few can last a few minutes today.  

Some men certainly learned before, right?  Why hasn't it become common knowledge?  

Nobody was listening.  The curse we laid on sex has spun our heads for three millennia.  

It does not take some super-intellect or super-muscles to learn to love.

We have only been acting out the part of a sentient race because we couldn't quite put all of the pieces together.  

All because of one simple act of love that is only complicated to understand.  It is dead easy to implement.  You're welcome.

It is time to be human.  It's time to lay that curse on sex to rest.  Sex should be a loving act.  Coitus should be a celebration of life.  The real trouble is that making the act of coitus a loving engagement requires something more from the male.  It is simple, in retrospect but bewildering until the whole is understood.

  Nature provided the most brilliant superstructure to transform the most wondrous event of existence (creating life) into a fulfilling, loving event that animals could never even imagine (creating love).  For a sentient race, it is as much about creating love as it is creating life.  We just weren't paying attention.  We were off in the woods making shit up, instead. 

This was crafted to get through the thickest pate.  I hope it does.  Last chance.

Otherwise, tell it to the lilies.