the taming of the dark feminine

Since time immemorial a certain kind of woman has been feared, dreaded, loathed, hated by those that would have order rather than passions running the show. There is something quite strange going on in the archetype "woman". There seem to be two types, two kinds. I want to investigate now the type that I suspect runs most of the show at this point. I call this type "the dark feminine". In olden internet days, she was often reviled by my campfire-staring friends and foes as "the dark goddess" or "the black goddess". A sorceress.



The Bright feminine makes her impression by the deep desire to honour by serving well.
In the pit of hell even this desire will be present.

Persephone - bright feminine drawn down by the claws of the servants of the dark feminine.

This is the tragedy for which winter was invented, the depth of sorrow that exposes beauty.

I was speaking of specific females, and not ones I would like to make pregnant.
Being selected hasn't been my problem, actually. This is rather about discrimination between different female tendencies.

It is clear that the dark goddess is your mistress, but that was no surprise.
"Of course one must never try to tame a woman!" Speaks the expert lover.

If you would be any psychologist at al you'd see that Im only interested in radically "spicy" women, those that "talk back". I am a strong predator, so I need a fighting prey. The dark feminine produces the meek Trojan horse bitches that hollow out their men. A combination of this and brightness and you have a true devouring goddess-whore but these are rare. A friend of mine is involved with one quite violently.

Mostly what opens up to me is used to be subjected, as I have a rather punishing "energy". But I look for that other thing, the great fight, the worthy adversary. Ive had one twice. I mean in bed a bit more but as a person, the privilege to be with someone who is truly up to me, only two.

I definitely have trouble finding a good match, but Im not the only one here with that problem.

there is nothing left of the mystification i once experienced by, and at the thought of, women. it's something i must have grown out of, and the fact that my standards for people rose as quickly as my close relations to them declined, i got 'cut off' from being able to suffer that precious loss of companionship. a 'broken heart' is something i'm unable to experience.

why am i explaining this? so that i can provide an excuse for simply not being interested in your metaphors. there is no depth to any of this, or to anyone, in such a way that would evoke in me either a feeling of awe or contempt. everything is too simple, too 'human, all too human,' to warrant such irreverence or depth of feeling in me.

dark feminine, bright goddess, dark goddess, bright feminine. sounds great. now, does she have an IQ higher than a houseplant and is she fuckable? that's what i'm interested in. she can be whatever she wants... wonder woman, aphrodite, poison ivy, athena, medusa, whatever. duddn't matter, because even they would eventually become tedious and boring to me.

the unfortunate truth is that i ain't got no heart, jakob.

I do have one, at my own expense. But it's worth it, its the only thing that causes complete rapture now and then, and for me as a Dionysian that is not a luxury.

The dark/light is some flaccid metaphors though, I admit.
You did rightly prick through this, it was a bit of an experiment, in part to tempt Sauwelios and bring out an old "Aryan" discussion.

a joke?
Didn't get it.

Let me explain. I was surfing YouTube and one of the 'randomly' (non metaphysically) generated songs that came up was one by canned heat. I clicked on it and with a little trepidation thought "you know, I think I can do this one". After I recorded it, I opened my browser window which was in a reply page, and posted the audio.... but it was the wrong thread. Didn't realize it until i posted, then didn't bother to move it.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Well keep up the good work Botticelli.

can you do "November Rain?"

Botticelli didn't sing, did he....

Oh, ruined a potential comeback.

This is like twitter.

I feel like running for president.

Nobody would vote for you. You're one of the undutchables.

More jokes from the Marxist, witless rapist.

Look man, it wasn't my idea. She's the one that wanted to participate in the worker's strike, not me. I was happy with dinner and a movie. Later that night after some reading from das kapital, she wanted to do a little foreplay. Okay, I'd like that. Maybe I took it too far, jakob, but she told me "no means yes". How the fuck was I supposed to know she was talking about dialectical materialism and not sex?

Try this one