Pleasure, Not Procreation

I’ve wanted to give this another go for a while.

Brother Phil Andrew of Total Cock Worship teaches us:

Cock did not evolve in order to enable the diversification and survival of the species through sexual reproduction. The species evolved in order to create a more and more perfect instrument and social organism for the pleasure and worship of Cock.

I start there—being a queer male is the end of a long development to create the perfect creature to worship Cock. You’ve got to pause for a second when you read that. You and yours are the end of history, the whole point of the story—you’ve got to admit the message is pretty solid ego stroke. It sounds a little self-absorbed if you’re not stroking your cock while you read it.

So where are your values? Whip it out already and focus!

At these times a guy like me has to get honest. Who’s the real me? The critical thinker who sits there ripping texts apart, or the man with his cock in his hand, yearning to be bonded as deeply to other males as he can get? And I know the answer. It’s in the ecstasy of fucking, not thinking, that a guy experiences the absolute. Try not believing you’re the end of history when you’re blowing a load. Or receiving a load. Or both.

Face it, brother, orgasm makes believers of us all. I’ll say what I know: Guys like me are the most blessed bastards on all the earth. I’m a Cock-worshipping queer. And I wouldn’t be anything else.

Phil Andrew’s quote gets the text-shredding analyst in me going, though. And that’s okay in its place. Play is an integral part of a healthy masculinity. It’s very male to love taking things apart and putting them back together, to fuck around with things too see how they work and see if you can get them to work better. The trick for a guy like me is to be balanced enough to keep whippin’ it while you write and still not smear any Albolene over the laptop keys.

So let’s hit that mental point—evolution is different from Cock worship because evolution is the sort of story that doesn’t express meaning. There’s no purpose in evolution—it’s all random variation. The theory boils down to “shit happens,” basically. There’s not much philosophy there. Evolution can’t tell you how to live.

Cock worship has different answers because Cock worship is all about meaning. Did some cosmic force jury rig human evolution to create guys like me, who live for Cock? I don’t really know if Phil Andrew’s theory is literally true in the sense there is some sort of deity Cock who, like the Cylons, has a plan. I know I don’t care. You see, meaning is something that human beings create and in my heart I know Phil Andrew’s theory expresses my soul. This blip of genetics that makes me queer, random variation and accident though it may be, has freed me to claim the meaning of my life. I am that most privileged fucker on this planet—the queer male. I keep coming back to my prayer:

Brother, I’ll say what I know: Guys like me are the most blessed bastards on all the earth. I’m a Cock-worshipping queer. And I wouldn’t be anything else.

I’d like to walk you through a passage from Alain Deielou’s The Phallus: Sacred Symbol of Male Creative Power (pp. 16) that really gets me going. Some people argue that this sort of interpretation of Hindu texts is inaccurate. Again, I could really care less if the original texts actually meant what Deielou says or not. The words express my soul.

From the mystical Shaivite perspective, as in the Dionsyian orgy, erotic ecstasy is only secondarily a means of reproduction. Above all it is a search for pleasure. In erotic rituals, “to please the lord his symbol must be worshipped independently of its physical function. As this function is to give birth, that function is thereby excluded” (Shiva Purana, 1.16.108).

To please the Lord, we must worship Cock independently of procreation. The fundamental correctness of this statement resonated very deeply in my soul. It was a charismatic moment that bestowed identity upon me and confirmed me as a Cock worshipper. As a queer male, I was born to worship Cock independently of its physical function. Every fiber of my being confirms this. It expresses the meaning of my life. The passage continues (p. 18):

Pleasure, in the Shaivite conception, is the image of the divine state. This is why, when the divine manifests itself in its procreative aspect, it shows its aspect as pleasure in equal degree. The sexual organ therefore has a double role: the inferior one of procreation and the superior one of contacting the divine state by means of the ecstasy caused by pleasure (ananda). The orgasm is a “divine sensation.” So whereas paternity attaches man to the things of the earth, the ecstasy of pleasure can reveal divine reality to him, leading him to detachment and spiritual realization.

Being queer, I was born free—free to worship Cock. I can immerse myself fully in the divine. I can dive right in and suck it down by the gallon. As much as my straight friends may like sex, sex for them is tied to reproduction and reproduction can tie a man down to earthly concerns. For me, sex is solely expression and interpretation of passion, solely a source of pleasure for me and the other guys in my sex life. My cock is free from worldly concerns, free from the endless cycle of the physical and economic reproduction of life. I am free to pursue sex as worship, to revel in male bonding. I can deepen my male bonds as fully into sexual ecstasy as the guys in my life are prepared to go.  I am a specialist in meaning and can give myself fully to living as close to the divine state as possible. I am free to worship Cock.

Brother, I’ll say what I know: Guys like me are the most blessed bastards on all the earth. I’m a Cock-worshipping queer. And I wouldn’t be anything else.