Christians put an incredible amount of faith in their ability to understand everything about sex and sexuality using nothing but their intuition, their belief in God, and whatever version of the bible they happen to subscribe to. That ideas of sex and sexuality have changed throughout time, and indeed are different from culture to culture even around the world today, is inconsequential to Christians who, by virtue of believing in Jesus Christ, are convinced they possess a sacred knowledge of everything related to sex. Christianity, in other words, is a belief that has the power to almost instantaneously turn all Christians into infallible sexologists.
From this absolute position of sacred sexual certainties, bestowed by nothing more than their acceptance of Jesus Christ as their personal lord and savior, Christians then proclaim to know and define all of the sexual rules as proscribed by their immaterial God. Those rules include who is permitted to have sex with whom, what positions lovers are allowed to assume, whether masturbation is immoral, and whether oral and anal sex are offenses so great that those who engage in either deserve to be stoned with actual stones or just verbal condemnations; or in some countries, perhaps both.
Sex is so regulated by religion that the very passion needed to perpetuate human life is bled dry through the psychological terror of angering an ever voyeuristic immaterial God; a God, mind you, who is said to police even our deepest thoughts and sexual fantasies for impurities. Such a perspective is so sexually dull and dry, however, that it is surprising that Christians have any luck in finding people who are willing to procreate with them.
In short, the Christian view of sexuality is an attempt to take the most natural of human instincts, and regulate it into an unnaturally mechanical system of rules and purposes like livestock, while declaring the act of designing and applying such regulations to be the most natural act of all. And by doing so, those who proclaim the importance of the soul come to regulate their sexual appetites with all the scientific precision of a farmer. Or to put it another way, the rules of religion reduce sex to paint by numbers, and color Picasso as a danger to us all.
It's a good thing, therefore, that St. Augustine had exhausted his youth in the brothels of Rome, before he decided to become a Christian and declare just how evil he thought women really were. Once he had emptied his pockets of money by copulating with all the prostitutes he could afford, in other words, he filled them up again by making a career out of condemning women overall for his own sexual desires. And by doing so, a budding saint would show all of the sexual sheep that would follow in the cloven footsteps of the Lamb of God, how to overcome their own hormones through their hatred of women and an unrequited lust for salvation.
From this absolute position of sacred sexual certainties, bestowed by nothing more than their acceptance of Jesus Christ as their personal lord and savior, Christians then proclaim to know and define all of the sexual rules as proscribed by their immaterial God. Those rules include who is permitted to have sex with whom, what positions lovers are allowed to assume, whether masturbation is immoral, and whether oral and anal sex are offenses so great that those who engage in either deserve to be stoned with actual stones or just verbal condemnations; or in some countries, perhaps both.
Sex is so regulated by religion that the very passion needed to perpetuate human life is bled dry through the psychological terror of angering an ever voyeuristic immaterial God; a God, mind you, who is said to police even our deepest thoughts and sexual fantasies for impurities. Such a perspective is so sexually dull and dry, however, that it is surprising that Christians have any luck in finding people who are willing to procreate with them.
In short, the Christian view of sexuality is an attempt to take the most natural of human instincts, and regulate it into an unnaturally mechanical system of rules and purposes like livestock, while declaring the act of designing and applying such regulations to be the most natural act of all. And by doing so, those who proclaim the importance of the soul come to regulate their sexual appetites with all the scientific precision of a farmer. Or to put it another way, the rules of religion reduce sex to paint by numbers, and color Picasso as a danger to us all.
It's a good thing, therefore, that St. Augustine had exhausted his youth in the brothels of Rome, before he decided to become a Christian and declare just how evil he thought women really were. Once he had emptied his pockets of money by copulating with all the prostitutes he could afford, in other words, he filled them up again by making a career out of condemning women overall for his own sexual desires. And by doing so, a budding saint would show all of the sexual sheep that would follow in the cloven footsteps of the Lamb of God, how to overcome their own hormones through their hatred of women and an unrequited lust for salvation.
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