Sermony Sunday: The foundation of peace, freedom from fear

Sunday is always an interesting day for this Sane bloke. Most Sundays you will find me at a random church sometimes in a random town, congregating with members of a religious cult who have beliefs far from my own.

I have a history as possibly being the most hated man of faith in the world of the religious. I've been excommunicated, booted, and spit at with words of hatred and vitriol. I've been asked to never open my mouth, never share my name, never come back.

And yet I continue to go, visiting congregations of all faiths, creeds, races. I worship with them but outside of them, I listen to their sermons, I watch with open eyes when they pray together.

I am a man of faith, but a man without religion. I found my faith through reading, research and much introspection after perusing the Scriptures that many called the Bible. I researched outside of the Book, finding an old codex here or there, finding words of other authors from the same time as that Book was probably penned or the stories told.

And yet I don't call myself Christian. I don't partake of the creeds, the sacraments, the masses and liturgies. I don't see the point of religion.

Today was good for me because I joined with a good Christian friend and a good atheist friend. After the early morning service, I met them both for breakfast at a local cafe (great eggs and coffee) and we talked about faith.

As many know, I run my life in ways that are contrary to what society thinks is right. I debate and appeal my judgment, my desires, my own logic-founded results often to try to come up with new ways to resist the river-flow of life that often takes many over a waterfall. I prefer to swim against the current to spawn rather than fall over the cliff with the current of society's movements.

I believe in a creator, but I don't believe in God as most Bible-believers do. The word God, as written in modern Bibles is ghastly in terms of translation and transliteration. It's a failure of a word, a single word that to many means so much, but in the context of the Story is useless, wrecked, wretched and uninspiring.

I believe in the man called the Christ, the Messiah, the Savior, but I don't hold the faith that most Christians do regarding the long term results of what they believe. I don't want to be born-again, and I don't believe that is even possible. I don't believe in sin, and I think the Scriptures prove that it doesn't exist. Hell? No such thing. Punishment, salvation, redemption, sacrifice? Not important anymore.

I've never heard God's voice in my head or in my heart, I don't cry at the idea of Jesus being crucified for me or anyone else who lives today. I am not shaken by the scare-tactics of the religious cults, but I don't harbor any grudge or guilt at their penetrations into the minds of others, the brainwashing that happens when anything is drummed into your head over and over and over.

And yet, every moment of every day, I stand in the presence of proof of God's existence, just in my own body, mind and soul. I truly believe that this Creator of all things had produced me before my parents' egg and seed mixed, created me with a genetic structure that gave rise to my talents and my failures, my tools and my thoughts. I don't believe in karmic justice or fate, but I believe that each person is planted with that soul before they come into existence. I don't agree that life begins at conception or at birth, it doesn't matter to me.

I said I've never heard the voice of God, but I see Him in everything around me. There are a set of undeniable "laws" that the world is governed by that are outside of governments and rules and human regulation. It is these laws that I live my own life by: I must eat, I must drink, I must sleep, and on and on.

And yet there are many who castigate me or don't believe in my own faithful worship of my creator through acts of interaction with others, for others, for myself. "How can you have sex with women if you follow the Bible?" or "So you think it's OK to get drunk?" or "Your job sounds criminal, if it hurts others how do you match that up with what you believe?"

I rarely answer them except for those who want to sit down and hear me out. Few do, but those who do usually have a life-changing experience after they contemplate what I have to say, how I sell it, and what my points of logic are.

And yet, I don't believe that faith or religion or a belief in God is important to people. My friends who are atheists probably have the best point of view regarding God. My most faithful religious friends have crazy views and ideas that, to me, seem like a great waste of time and of life, but I don't ever try to change them of it.

So what's the point? There is none, except to remind myself that every moment of every day I take my breaths, knowing and trusting that all is good with the universe, that there is no punishment or retribution awaiting me moments after my last breath is exhaled.

It's just sex

I have a bone to pick, often, regarding sex. People think sex is on my mind all the time. Hint: it isn't. NOTHING is on my mind all the time except what is in front of me, and what I think I need to take care of in the future. Sex is part of my regular thoughts, sure, but I don't look at a woman and say "I'd like to have sex with her." I can't think of ONE woman I've met or scene in recent years where sex was the FIRST thing I thought. Usually, it's "I wonder what bothers her in her life."

But nonetheless, sex is popping up on blogs more than before, it seems. Especially female-written blogs, but some male POV's, too. People are either uptight about not getting any, talking about the convictions of losing their virginity, throwing chairs at plebians who disdain from sexual thought, freaking out about losing the option, or are reinvigorated from re-finding good ole fucking.

So here is my end-all, be-all opinion on sex: it is just sex.

When I buy a Diet Coke from the grocery store, it is me and a store owner swapping things we have for things we want (namely, money for a Diet Coke). We both get something out of it we didn't have before.

The same is true with you and your employer: you're both getting something more valuable for what you give up (time v. money).

Sex, to me, is also an action we trade for something else: maybe it's orgasm, maybe it's money, maybe it's to get backstage at a concert, climb the corporate ladder, or find yourself as a speaking walk-on extra in a soap opera. Either way, sex is an action.

Too many people are high strung about sex. We teach teenager girls that their virginity is something special. It isn't. It's just sex. We teach people that sex should only be done with someone you love. BUZZ, wrong. It's just sex. We hold to a moral fiber that sex should be done as an intimate relation with someone we know. Uhh, no. It's just sex.

I prefer sex with intimacy. I've had very intimate emotional sex with a woman I had known only 48 hours. It was one of my best love affairs and it lasted for months. In the end, it was just sex. The rest of the relationship was wonderful.

I fucked the brainstem completely off of a friend's spinal cord. We'd been friends for 15 years. We never fooled around. We both went through a breakup, fell into the arms of one-another, and tore our kneecaps on her carpeted floor. For two weekends straight. Guess what? Just sex.

When I was young, my father sat me down and explained it to me. He said that sex is really fun, and it isn't something I should be too worried about or focused on. When I meet someone I am attracted to, sex may happen. It may not. He said not to pine about it if it doesn't, that there are billions of fish in the sea. He was right (still is). It's just sex.

Why do we have sex? Sometimes it is because we want to show someone we love them. Other times, it is because our bodies need a cleansing, a pipe-cleaning. Sometimes we do it out of anger towards another person ("the rebound"), or because we're really hormonally-attracted to someone. Sometimes we do it to try to keep someone in our lives, or we do it because we feel we're expected to ("expensive dinner date"). It's all just sex.

Here's the thing that no one knows: sex has been immoralized by the powers that be for thousands of years to control the plebians, the huddled masses, the weak and poor in power. The powers-that-be are strong, have always been strong. They lead our political movements (every party), they lead our religious movements. They head up our medical societies, our educational societies. They're strong people who pretend to care about you, about society. They never want to tell you that it's just sex.

When you control a society's sex drive, you control society. You've been lied to by powerful people. No, it's not some big great conspiracy of people meeting together in a hotel convention hall under protest by left wing anarchists. This is how powerful people think. I know, I work with them. They laugh about it. These powerful people of all positions have sex, and they have it often. They act like pompous, wealthy snobs, but in reality they're fucking everything in sight behind closed doors. To them, it's just sex. Sometimes it's conquest, other times it is just fun. Who cares, it's just sex.

Yes, I know, your religion/educational/parental/political/emotional upbringing wants you to believe there is something special about sex. Only to the underbody of society, which numbers about 96% of citizens of the world. They've been lied to. You've been lied to.

I laugh when people tell me that Barack is just fucking Michelle, or that W was fucking his hag. Right. Those marriages were political from the start. Kennedy, Clinton, Eisenhower, Roosevelt, Johnson: they all had affairs. Many of them. It's part of being powerful. They just cover it up because they have to try to pretend that they care about the moral compass that the rest of society believes is true, even though it was all based on a lie, a desire to control.

It's just sex.

I'm pretty pick about sex. My average, long term, is about 2-3 lovers per year. That includes long term relationships, fuck buddies, friends with benefits, sugar babies, long distance lovers, and four-night-stands. I don't sleep around. Why?

Because I don't have time for it. I don't want to get a disease. I don't want to get someone pregnant. I think sex is better when the partners are both in agreement about the validity of the relationship, on what pedestals it is founded on. I refuse to have sex with people who think that both sexes are equal completely. I refuse to have sex with people who think sex is only about love (even if I love them, dearly). I refuse to have sex with people who have sex to cover up their own damage or baggage or drama or self-hatred. I refuse to have sex with people who abuse their bodies with drugs or overeating or over-exercising or excessive plastic surgery.

So I'm picky, but it's not over sex. I'm picky over relationships of any kind. I turn down 3 out of 4 possible customers because I don't like them. I turn down more women, too, because I don't like them. I laugh at many women and men my friends screw, because they're such worthless drivel that I can't imagine putting my penis in the same room as them, let alone in their body.

But it isn't because I have the mad moral compass of the ignorant majority.

It's just sex. Yes, you're free to believe sex is more than just sex, but it isn't. What your relationship is made of may be far more than just sex, or it might be just sex. Either way, sex is just sex. It isn't something special any more than buying a Diet Coke from the guy at the convenience store, or putting in 8 hours of work for a few bucks from your boss, or whatever other action you barter to gain something.

It's just sex, and the faster society realizes they're being duped, the faster they can change themselves to become more powerful, financially stable, and limitless in what they as individuals can do.

Until then, listen to your pastors, your presidents, your doctors, your psychiatrists, your lawyers, your teachers, and all the other people who are duping you from reality. It isn't just sex, it's special. No, really it is. It is so special, you will have it with only one person in your life.

Sucker.