Transference / Sexual Iconology
Kofi Fosu Forson
Future of Sex:
A sexually ludicrous text begets the envisioning of an on-line partner with whom one shares a confidently sexual dialogue. Enchanted by her sexual spirit, one manipulates the sexual organ, resulting in an orgasm.
A woman spends a vacation away from her marriage. A stranger proceeds to make love to her inside a hotel for days. She ventures to another part of town. While there, she meets an old boyfriend. They have an affair inside his flat.
A man and woman fall in love. They get married. On their honeymoon they make love. Their lovemaking evolves from intense and passionate to dull and ordinary. But they love each other and build a family on life, love and death.
Our loveless selves and half-lives have managed to reach a point of saturation. There is no sense of envelopment to think a sudden burst of orgasmic energy will bring us closer to the light. Certainly we tried with that renewed attempt at Tantric sex. That in it self was more an implosive controversy than a form of new birth.
Currently we are indeed overwhelmed and dulled by the manifestation of the female libido. Within the under-scribbling of what is sex…plainly as text, what is sex? Removed from its attempt at pleasure and remarking of love, is sex not a game or ploy? Indeed there are other potent ways to derive pleasure from the body but yes…sex is the essence of physicality and pleasure. Then it becomes fuel for the fire. In this the modern age we have been awakened to the sensibility of hard-ons and turn-ons. Purely it is remarkable, alarming and gorgeous.
Trouble with sex is that we never manifested. We only evolved. There’s a difference. Marilyn Monroe to Pamela Anderson…understood. But what happened to Phoebe Legere? There’s the clue. Sex as text domineeringly supersedes the ol’ in/out. People are making love not for pleasure but out of boredom.
Certainly now women are playing for all the marbles. Men have turned into trophies. And it’s not ones character that is definitive. It’s purely his availability. This then becomes the gamesmanship with which gender politics is now understood.
In order to manifest sexually, one must transfer the libidinal energy of sex to something more embraceable as in the expression of universal love, i.e. to think with the heart and not the mind.
Celibacy is a crutch. But it is a clearance of the mind not so much a refusal to make ready the libido. The itch for life is there. So is the pressing issue of sex. Only one determines a whole new understanding of whom, what and when. This carries over into the lifestyle, where one becomes conscious and aware in the day to day livability.
Sex is no longer a threat to our conscience. With every perversion comes a form of ludicrousness. We are no longer sexual by fucking. We are finding reasons to claim our urban conscientia. City life is difficult. It’s easier to answer a booty call than to reprise Dostoyevsky.
The enlightenment with which people perceive in sex is translatable simply in one singular breath. The orgasm is made up of short quick breaths. This is there where we seek enlightenment. In order to manifest we must claim our vicissitude. Every fortune knows a cross. To benefit we must challenge ourselves.
To kiss. To tongue. To fist. To cum.