Alan Smith loves Sex

"I want you to fuck me!"


Hardly the most attractive thing to hear, though it does inspire more erections per annum than the subtleties and insipidness of sex in a monotonous relationship. I have several theories regarding this matter. The first is relatively unimportant and regards subordinate desires. The second is more important. I believe such filthy language triggers something in the average male genetalia that is not suppressible: Blood pressure rises and the cock becomes a weapon. A weapon against all things good because, in reality, it’s not in anyone’s nature to do anything helpful or productive. Instead we fuck, fight and make everything complicated in order for us to develop an adequate self-loathing and continue the lives we hate so much, but wouldn’t live without.

Without the so-called ‘Doors of Perception’ Aldous Huxley spoke of so much, human beings are drole. Who can blame anyone for trying to make their lives more exciting by scandalising everything that can possibly be scandalised. The fuck-ups in modern society seem to be the only ones who both have a reason to hate their lives, and don’t seem to do so. Though I don’t condone the exaggerated drug use of my peers, I see it as the only way they can keep a grasp on themselves in the ever unsure climate of this godforsaken world.

I am not a god fearing man, nor a god loving man. I don’t acknowledge him and he ignores my existence. This means we can both live in our own little worlds blissfully unaware of each other and the shit we cause for our unsuspecting public.

We are living in a time where even to write something satirical is seen as a crime against society. Freedom of speech has been taken out to the wall and shot; the last fragments of skull and grey matter dripping down the wall are all we have left. I see myself as an ignorant sonofabitch who writes with no consideration of who or what may be affected. Life, as they say, goes on.
The ultimate goal of any social movement is, ultimately, to breed apathy within it’s cohort. This lets the group drift past blissfully unaware of the atrocities they are supporting because, when they supported them, they were doing the right thing. This echoes throughout history. It is the human condition that makes one forget that their idols are in fact bastards in the highest sense of the word, letting them remember the freedoms they supported and not the inequalities that are being forced upon them. God forbid they take the blame for their own situation.