of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.� OSCAR WILDE
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OSCAR WILDE
Beauty is a form of Genius— is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.
S’AGENOUILLER
Human beings are pieces of art and exhibits of personality. Much like the art displayed in galleries, there are personal preferences and socially-defined ideals (though not always the same thing). To appreciate the art is to appreciate the artist, and in the case of human bodies, it becomes the ultimate appreciation because the Artist is supreme—God herself. Having designed such variety with work that spans millennia, the appreciation of human beauty is a true form of worship. In this religion of physical decadence, every nude magazine is a bible and every motel room is a temple. The only virtue is Temperance. Those who let themselves slip into debauchery become gargoyles: they are the vile enemies of this holy church. Acceptance of the faith must always be a free choice. Upon the release of Oscar Wilde’s controversial Victorian-era novel of aesthetic immorality, Dorian Gray has dethroned Adonis from the pantheon of
beauty. But this Dorian does not endorse gender nor any labelled sexuality: he merely is; an image both deaf and mute. He only sees, and we watch with him.
Now, as witnesses, we must take it a step further. Found in the human form is a reflection of God—the soul. Beyond bodies is transcendence, which can and must be shared. We must begin to embrace our fluid sexuality—that which is past labels. This is the sexuality of the future, and in the future, gender is dead.
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SEXUALITÉ
An obsession with sex reveals you. Tight-lipped prudes hide their own flaming sexuality by condemning the outwardly lustful—those who can do what they cannot. Sex should not be such a big deal. How unhealthy it is to salivate over an exposed ankle! But the same could be said for those who accuse immorality on people who expose more flesh— immorality is not caused by another but is caused by that which bubbles from within. Pleasure should not be taken for pleasure’s sake, nor should all pleasure be denied. Pleasure is a bridge between people and the bridge through which the Divine moves in passion.
Furthermore, do not believe those who say that sex is only for procreation. If God had created it for that sole purpose, then reproduction would have been done with only a sense of duty, and without any pleasure. That is absurdly mechanical. No, there are two purposes to sex. Aside from procreation, it is also used for relation. It must be noted that the second pleasure of sex can easily be obtained in the flirtatious purity of a good conversation. Be choosy, therefore, with whom you want to relate, because most of the time, sex is not even required.
DANS MA JEUNESSE
Ancient Greeks engaged in “boy-love� between the
erastes (adult male) and eromenos (young man), recognizing consent but not age. Homosexual practice was also common in the military, where it was often used to cheer each other up in battle. Before I move on, I must be categorically clear here. Although we are touching the topic of youth, this does not excuse or condone child abuse. Children ought to grow up in a supportive and healthy environment, where their sexual development is respected, in order for them to grow up into fully-functional adults. That being said, with respect to legality and the ability to give consent, I will continue with the assumption that your conscience has not yet been corrupted and your
psychological state conforms to that of a healthy adult. Youth, for those who remember it, was a time of novelty. Our constant recourse to that simpler time is projected onto that which we as a society prize as beautiful—the toned physique and flexible skin of youth. It is a form of narcissistic time-travel, where the older lover attempts to shape their younger partner to become better than who they are. Ironically, once the younger surpasses the older, the older often experiences a suffocating bout of jealousy: the younger one has become who he could’ve been. French poet Paul Verlaine neglected his wife and child to have an opium- and absinthe-infused affair with the younger, more rambunctous poet Arthur Rimbaud. In their two years of poetic poverty, they made their best work together. One day, in a fit of possessive jealousy, Paul drunkenly attacked Arthur and shot at him. This fiasco did not kill Arthur—it only hit his hand—but Paul’s guilt destroyed what was left of his already vestigial dignity. Oscar Wilde was a celebrated playwright who was known for his aestheticism and wit. Although was married and had children, he was known to have affairs with young men, most notably with Lord Alfred Douglas, known to him as “Bosie”. In his later years, Oscar was tried and imprisoned for sodomy and gross indecency.
During his testimony, he talked about “the love that dare not speak its name”. It was, he said, that “great affection of an elder for a younger man; it is that deep, spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. “There is nothing unnatural about it. It is intellectual, and it repeatedly exists between an elder and a younger man, when the elder has intellect, and the younger man has all the joy, hope, and glamour of life before him.”
The author is non-existent. He is Dada: of air and of nothing. There is nothing to be said about him; but in this speechlessness, one speaks volumes about his existence. The author is loved and beautiful. In fantasy all things exist, and beauty most of all. His beauty is in his impossibility, for what is the most beautiful but that which cannot be achieved—like God but not quite. The author is neither man nor woman. He is as he is, without body, floating in the cerebral ether. He thinks, therefore he exists.
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