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Sigmund Freud and the unconscious mind. At its core is the libido, a powerful psychological sexual motor controlling almost everything we do. Whilst his close friend Marie Bonapart pursued a more physical approach by getting her clitoris moved so she could enjoy sex more, one of his students, Wilhelm Reich took the concept of libido to a revolutionary conclusion.
He believed it was a fundamental force that animated every living thing. Dr James Demeo of the Oregon Biophysical Research Laboratory explains his theory further by saying that his ideas only work in areas away from modern electronic and magnetic fields where there is forestation and nature. High in the mountains, he demonstrates how Reich’s sexual energy can be trapped and measured using a special machine.
According to Reich’s theories, an invigorating energy field is powered by a man’s climax and produces an energy called orgon and his experiments seemed to show that the better the orgasm, the more energy or orgon was released.
Reich felt that bottling it up was dangerous and encouraged men to have as many orgasms as possible, claiming that it would lead to peace and harmony throughout the world.
However, he got a bit too close to his patients, pressing on his patients’ bodies until they came to orgasm in his bid to build up the world’s supply of orgon. Amid pressure from the establishment at his unorthodox methods, he fled to the US and began constructing special boxes to harness orgon energy.
Dr Demeo has a number of working replicas of these orgon accumulators. Lined with metal they have small boxes inside for sitting inside and, well, masturbating. The idea is that this global orgasm energy is sucked into the boxes and radiated from the metal walls towards the person sitting inside…
Einstein tested one of the accumulators but soon concluded that there was only heat transfer involved and the orgon accumulators were deemed fraudulent.
Reich was sent to prison where he died of heart failure within a year.
“I don’t want to be consumed and invaded and spat out so that some fucking man can evolve…”
“What I want is for you to write ‘fuck me’ on your chest and walk naked down the street and accept every positive glance and anybody that wants to fuck you, you should say ‘sure, sure, no problem’ and when they do, you have to say ‘thank you very, very much’ and make sure you have a smile on your face. That’s what it feels like to be a woman.” Jenny ‘The L Word’
So many faces looking down at me from above. Even after all these years I can still feel the pressure of their bodies as they sought to possess me, fought to penetrate me. Pounding against the tightest of entrances. The muscles of my cunt remaining resolutely closed to them. For there was no love here, no matter what I hoped to achieve. That, by allowing this, they would come to care for me.
Such trusting innocence, such naivete, such total folly!
They were mere boys. At the mercy of their own pubertal hormones. Led by their dicks to find anyone who would give them a hole into which to thrust it. Their searching fingers revolted me and yet still I permitted them. Did I believe that one of them would eventually have the skill to take me to the place the books wrote about? The glorious all-encompassing, shivering release they promised from a man’s attentions. That somehow these callow youths could help me find an exit from this dark pit of self-loathing?
I see them now. The half-remembered profile of a neighbouring child in a derelict caravan. Wrecked fittings toppled everywhere and our congress upon an abandoned mattress. A patchy leering face against a darkened sky, the hard earth beneath my back and the prickle of the scrub under my half-exposed butt. A shadowy visage in a darkened room, the smell of beer and a soft couch to lie upon. The weight of a body in the stark sterility of a strange bathroom, stone cold sober, knowing I was wearing a tampon and too embarrassed to say.
They said they desired me. Their mouths, their bodies, their flaccid chipolata cocks growing to some semblance of erection as they tried to take me. I did not want them. It was love and acceptance and the protective shelter of a man’s embrace that I craved. My body knew this and repelled all borders.
Around me, other teenage girls seemed to satisfy their needs via this well-trodden route.
Milk River Madman has outdone himself by giving us two whole weeks notice of this week’s theme – Best Christmas Movies.
The one I remember most is the original Miracle on 34th Street, made in 1947. Although in black and white, it captured my imagination and stayed with me for many years.
I took my kids to see the remake in 1994 because I didn’t think I could ever make them sit through a black and white film but, even with colour, they weren’t as impressed as I was when I watched it at the same sort of age. I think it’s what the guy in the original trailer said, it can’t really decide what it is – a comedy, a love story, a tragedy… whatever, I loved it.
Of course, I couldn’t not mention It’s a Wonderful Life, which I have to watch every Christmas with my family, but I don’t honestly think it’s the best Christmas movie for me.
More modern contenders would have to be The Santa Clause, which came out at the same time as the modern remake of Miracle on 34th Street, it was a production that confirmed what I had always told my children – For as long as you truly believe, he will come – even if you don’t have a chimney. Fabulous stuff!
Anyway, in a departure from my usual individual clips, here’s my Best Christmas Movies playlist :)
Great article in The Guardian about the sexual encounters of people in the UK.
The figures are about what you would expect really. With those in the 35-44 year old age group getting the most sex. I suspect it is the women in that age group who are the real drivers. That sudden boost of testosterone in the lead up to Menopause made such a difference to my life. But, of course, until I found Ruf, my sex was mostly solo.
The real losers in the 65-74 year old age group followed by those in the 55-64 year old group.
Ruf and I realise that we are in the 45-54 year old age group and, no, we haven’t had sex in the last month either!
Family responsibilities and work pressures are the usual culprits.
But very shortly we will go and remove ourselves from those figures.
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It was about this time last year that I traded in my lovely old Range Rover for a much smaller, but far more economical and eco-friendly,Toyota.
With all the current problems, I can’t help but be reminded of the fun I had in the old girl and, in particular, this little gem:
During the libel trial, the entire court moved out to the car park to watch reconstructions of the alleged sexual act in the front of a Range Rover – once with the central characters showing the impossibility of such an action and then one with two members of the press corps, proving that, if you remove the seatbelt, you provide the headroom – so to speak. Read more…
I have yet to test out the new car’s small, but surprisingly capacious, interior to ascertain whether it provides an equally rewarding experience.
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Hmmmm, Winter Movies – well the first one that sprang to mind was The Lion in Winter, a great film with Peter O’Toole as King Henry II and Katharine Hepburn as his French Queen, Elizabeth of Aquitaine. With a host of British luvvies in the back-up cast, including the future Sir Anthony Hopkins, this is British soap opera at its best. You know that I adore the 16th Century Tudors but these Middle-Ages Plantagenets have always given the Eighth Henry a run for his money when it comes to drama and sex.
However, my second thought is the classic Groundhog Day. I didn’t want to watch the movie, I was out of sorts and grumpy because I was not a Bill Murray fan. However, we weren’t too far into the film, when I realised that this was going to become a real favourite and the archetypal example of winter movies. Watching this trailer reminded both Ruf and me what fun a RomCom can be.