madelinemasoch
Masoch's 2nd Cumming
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Forgive me for opening up to you all in a public forum.
I feel all this pressure on myself to conform to things to which I never will, beliefs assigned upon me which I will never hold, foreign distractions floating around in the airspace which is at its core sacred and personal to me, and a toxic magnetizing pull to doubt my own beliefs and believe things which I doubt the most. These things manifest in the physical world and in the mental plane as a kind of imposition and I feel I have very little actual power and control over my own life, which I have had a grasp of for a very long time but never as much as I have in the last 18 months. I say this to clarify that this is not an issue relegated to the sphere of mental wellbeing.
I genuinely feel that I have something to offer the world in terms of what I have to say as an author. The beginning of one's writing career is probably the hardest part, because nobody believes in you yet, so you have to really buckle down and do your best to stay independent and focus on what you're actually doing rather than what other people might think or perceive you as doing. Nobody is going to do it for you because they simply aren't you. They're never going to "know how you feel" until they actually read it, and it isn't finished yet, so there's nothing yet to read. It's a conundrum and a paradoxical relationship to the outside world.
I know (because I've been reading the forums for a long time here) that this is a very sex-positive community, for lack of a better term, but I simply view that as inadequate to resolve the contradictions within my soul and within the external world. I've always seen it like this: you have to negate the negation, you have to destroy the tendency to negate and destroy all norms and standards by completing said destruction of the old ones (something liberal values come up short to do) and then replacing them with new standards, new ways of life. Nobody understood that the character of Eleanor from my old stories was the representative of that new world, the erotic revolutionary archetype and the mouthpiece of my themes. A lot of her dialogue lines were just restatements of my own beliefs. That's a gift and not an ill. I don't think people, especially people older than me, understand the world I've witnessed out there. Emotional sensitivity helps more than the intellect in picking up on these things, but logic is helpful in terms of analyzing and articulating it, even though too much of it can lead to detachment and a kind of plague of reason where its lies begin to invade your mind or become fetters to your creativity. The intellect must be submissive to the intuition if one is going to be a creative author. Sometimes it's better not to think in words at all (like me when I was a kid) and to simply feel it out, and this art of turning your feelings and visualizations into words is a powerful skill that takes time and energy to develop. This is something I have been doing for my entire life.
In a certain sense writing is exerting soft power over the present in service for the future. Forgive me for being a little bit blunt, but I think that if you're not writing to be transformative you're wasting your time, given that you are trying to make a career out of it. We already have enough novels that are merely products of the entertainment mill, and that is being outmoded by television, sports, video games, social media, and (most relevantly to this website) filmed pornography and neo-sex work like OnlyFans. This is why so many novels end up in the Kindle graveyard not selling well. We also have enough books that are primarily read for their literary merit. What we need is for authors to shoot higher, become transformative of the culture itself, which requires one to tap into something beyond the self, something deeper, something that is resonant and touches upon the heart and soul.
One unfortunate fact is that there can be diseases and corruption in the mind, in the heart, and in the body, and each can feed into each other. For example, the demons in my mind always contradict me and criticize me and try to control me, and this dulls my emotions and takes me out of my own body. It's the mental equivalent of being forced to look at a pile of shit. It's repression which causes depression symptoms like anhedonia, the inability to experience pleasure from things that would otherwise be pleasurable for your particular personality. I just feel like I like in a context of limitation and that it seeps into my own psyche. If I'm not actively working out an idea I can't think clearly. I can't sit in silence and actually experience quietness any longer. It's been this way for a year and three months. There isn't a medicinal cure for this that I have experienced whether in professional medication terms or in recreational drug use other than alcohol, and too much drinking keeps one from actually writing, so it's unsustainable. Also, it can kill you.
All of the energy I pick up on in these noisy phrases is negative. It's always "stop" and "over with" and "not" and "quit" and "doesn't" and "never." It's always stultifying and repressive. It's always full of binary moral judgments and preconceptions that don't capture the reality of my experience of life and my personality. The mentality I would rather be surrounded by, especially in terms of sex, is one that doesn't impose a positive or negative quality on sex at all, ambivalent to the fact that the topic at hand is even sexual in the first place. No "good idea" or "bad idea" and no "deserving" or "undeserving." And certainly no "endings." We must have wills and aims that move beyond this kind of thinking and relating to the reality of our existence, one that is open and takes life to have a quality of innocence not in spite of but perhaps even because of its suffering. I find if you start to fall into the opposite mentality you become either hyper-restricted, repressed, and resigned or completely lost in the sauce and detached from even your own actions, either a ascetic or a nihilist. My philosophy is neither.
I feel all this pressure on myself to conform to things to which I never will, beliefs assigned upon me which I will never hold, foreign distractions floating around in the airspace which is at its core sacred and personal to me, and a toxic magnetizing pull to doubt my own beliefs and believe things which I doubt the most. These things manifest in the physical world and in the mental plane as a kind of imposition and I feel I have very little actual power and control over my own life, which I have had a grasp of for a very long time but never as much as I have in the last 18 months. I say this to clarify that this is not an issue relegated to the sphere of mental wellbeing.
I genuinely feel that I have something to offer the world in terms of what I have to say as an author. The beginning of one's writing career is probably the hardest part, because nobody believes in you yet, so you have to really buckle down and do your best to stay independent and focus on what you're actually doing rather than what other people might think or perceive you as doing. Nobody is going to do it for you because they simply aren't you. They're never going to "know how you feel" until they actually read it, and it isn't finished yet, so there's nothing yet to read. It's a conundrum and a paradoxical relationship to the outside world.
I know (because I've been reading the forums for a long time here) that this is a very sex-positive community, for lack of a better term, but I simply view that as inadequate to resolve the contradictions within my soul and within the external world. I've always seen it like this: you have to negate the negation, you have to destroy the tendency to negate and destroy all norms and standards by completing said destruction of the old ones (something liberal values come up short to do) and then replacing them with new standards, new ways of life. Nobody understood that the character of Eleanor from my old stories was the representative of that new world, the erotic revolutionary archetype and the mouthpiece of my themes. A lot of her dialogue lines were just restatements of my own beliefs. That's a gift and not an ill. I don't think people, especially people older than me, understand the world I've witnessed out there. Emotional sensitivity helps more than the intellect in picking up on these things, but logic is helpful in terms of analyzing and articulating it, even though too much of it can lead to detachment and a kind of plague of reason where its lies begin to invade your mind or become fetters to your creativity. The intellect must be submissive to the intuition if one is going to be a creative author. Sometimes it's better not to think in words at all (like me when I was a kid) and to simply feel it out, and this art of turning your feelings and visualizations into words is a powerful skill that takes time and energy to develop. This is something I have been doing for my entire life.
In a certain sense writing is exerting soft power over the present in service for the future. Forgive me for being a little bit blunt, but I think that if you're not writing to be transformative you're wasting your time, given that you are trying to make a career out of it. We already have enough novels that are merely products of the entertainment mill, and that is being outmoded by television, sports, video games, social media, and (most relevantly to this website) filmed pornography and neo-sex work like OnlyFans. This is why so many novels end up in the Kindle graveyard not selling well. We also have enough books that are primarily read for their literary merit. What we need is for authors to shoot higher, become transformative of the culture itself, which requires one to tap into something beyond the self, something deeper, something that is resonant and touches upon the heart and soul.
One unfortunate fact is that there can be diseases and corruption in the mind, in the heart, and in the body, and each can feed into each other. For example, the demons in my mind always contradict me and criticize me and try to control me, and this dulls my emotions and takes me out of my own body. It's the mental equivalent of being forced to look at a pile of shit. It's repression which causes depression symptoms like anhedonia, the inability to experience pleasure from things that would otherwise be pleasurable for your particular personality. I just feel like I like in a context of limitation and that it seeps into my own psyche. If I'm not actively working out an idea I can't think clearly. I can't sit in silence and actually experience quietness any longer. It's been this way for a year and three months. There isn't a medicinal cure for this that I have experienced whether in professional medication terms or in recreational drug use other than alcohol, and too much drinking keeps one from actually writing, so it's unsustainable. Also, it can kill you.
All of the energy I pick up on in these noisy phrases is negative. It's always "stop" and "over with" and "not" and "quit" and "doesn't" and "never." It's always stultifying and repressive. It's always full of binary moral judgments and preconceptions that don't capture the reality of my experience of life and my personality. The mentality I would rather be surrounded by, especially in terms of sex, is one that doesn't impose a positive or negative quality on sex at all, ambivalent to the fact that the topic at hand is even sexual in the first place. No "good idea" or "bad idea" and no "deserving" or "undeserving." And certainly no "endings." We must have wills and aims that move beyond this kind of thinking and relating to the reality of our existence, one that is open and takes life to have a quality of innocence not in spite of but perhaps even because of its suffering. I find if you start to fall into the opposite mentality you become either hyper-restricted, repressed, and resigned or completely lost in the sauce and detached from even your own actions, either a ascetic or a nihilist. My philosophy is neither.