fucking & making love
What is the real difference?
Energy in lack has a similar impact as energy in excess… well at least as it relates to our humanness.
Is fucking simply just making love to hard? If so, what point does it transcend to an unhealthy power grab spiraling with control?
Unfortunately, ‘making love’ is typically interpreted as relating to a sexual context. I would like that to be more broadly different and I have begun that redefinition/association within myself.
We all have the opportunity each day to infuse our movements, words, actions, voice, hugs, and smiles with the energy of love. For me this is often experienced as a slowing of the moment to really tune into the space in front of me…. being all there here. A gentle partial smile of my left lips cracks above the parallel horizon of my lips. A slight rise that moves my cheek up, narrowing my eyes in the muscle contraction. It is almost like I am instinctively narrowing my vision in that eye, creating more focus like a subtle but significant focusing of a lense. Shortly after the right lips raise into a Buddhaish grinish smile that seems to be a wildly intersection of Contentment, Curiosity, and Delight.
So how does one ‘fuck the world’? The word that is initially conjured up for me is ‘aggressively’, but that is quickly followed by the words ‘deeply’ and ‘passionately’, both of which feel more significant and expansive than the later.
Does ‘fucking’ have to be impersonal and dissociative or can it actually be done in a way to express unbounded love in a way that penetrates even deeper? Throwing a bullet at someone does not make much of an impact, but firing it with directionality and intent shows a passion and caring. I am pretty sure that everyone is paying attention at that point. In modern society, the act of firing a weapon at someone means there is a significant chance that you will lose your freedom. Other than defense of self or certain others, there is no one in the world that is worth losing my freedom for. Perhaps I am just too selfish though. So to run with that, wouldn’t the act of ‘fucking’ indicate caring about someone more than oneself. I never thought I would say this, but perhaps humans should consider being more selfish. Another way to say all of this from a lighter spiritual perspective is "there are few things worth losing your peace for”.
I have recently redefined my interpretation of old ‘go fuck yourself’. Now, I actually want to go fuck myself! Again, I am not talking sexually necessarily, but instead energetically. It would be my pleasure in a literal, figurative, and metaphorical sense for me to fuck myself. In fact I will take it across all spectrums and realities. Yeesssss… please and thank you for the encouragement.
So let us come back, is there an opportunity to infuse the making of love with the oscillation of intensity and passion that comes with fucking? I think so, although in all contexts is almost certainly better to ease it in slowly to ensure the energy is flowing similar directions, else it be startling and is just bad manners.
I love the feeling of infusing the outward expressions of my essences with gentleness, depth, and intensity. In this moment, that feels like the fullness of my expressions.