Sex

In the incredibly oversaturated world that we in today, everybody is aware of the well-known fact that 'sex sells'. No matter how many people try to protest it and speak out about it as not being "right", the truth is we all feed into it. For example, Beyonce being considered the ultimate sex symobol. Now compare Beyonce to someone such as Reese Witherspoon. Reese, in my opinion is gorgeous, but in a sweetheart, cute, girly kind of way. And on the other hand, Beyonce has the curves that make the men drool, the diva attitude. I believe that only a selective and limited few posses the power to totally exude physical sex appeal as well through their state of mind.

So my boys and I came from seeing Transformers (awesome film by the way), and as we were walking, these girls with obvious sex appeal approached my homeboy.

So my boys were literally staring at these girls, practically drooling all over themselves, and that's when I snapped out of the trance. Something much greater than my eyes shifted my perception and thus my occipital lobes also made the adjustment and I then turned my head to look away followed by my body. I didn't want to look at them because my attractive to their "sex appeal" changed. Why so?

So there are two ways of managing perception. I like to use the firefighter example. Fire is hot and can kill us. Most of our fight or flight instincts would see the fire, run from it, or be trapped by the fear of flames. Just like my homeboys and those girls, we react with the fight (let's talk to/mack/sleep with them) or we flight (let's run/ignore/avoid) them. These are our two primal responses, I argue. Like the firefighter, we have two more options or perspectives. We can act as if the woman isn't there, which is unlike flight in the sense that you are still engaging with a woman, but her effects on you are diminished. So the firefighter engages the fire, but his or her sensory motors are self-dampened. Men tend to do that just as in the example above about having a female as a superior officer or colleague. A man may walk into an environment wherein there may be women he would be naturally have an attraction towards, but if he bushes the right buttons on his brain, the effects of his attraction can neutralized, but that would also involved temporarily shutting off many of his senses, or at least dulling them, so like the firefighter, his skin may make contact with flames, he may choose to cut off certain sensations.

As mentioned, there is also a fourth option. A firefighter that ventures into a building in flames, if they have dampened their senses, may not be proactive in their search for solutions. I believe that there are certain parts of our brains that are also dampened when we cut ourselves off from our senses, it's the ability to see the fire as it is and yet still engage the fire as if one is going through the fire or around the fire, above, or below it.

A man might be in an environment wherein he is approached by women he finds attractive, but instead of cutting off his senses, he may choose to "manage" his senses so that they don't experience an overload and wrongful judgments are made to satisfy sensory tastes. Metaphorically, that man becomes stronger than his eyes. He doesn't choose to stare at certain aspects or analyze deeply with them, or he chooses not too look away. Instead of choosing to act as if he is blind, he sees the full picture and thus his perception becomes aware of the object as he knows the object is aware of him, but isn't consumed by the object or lost in his awareness.

Okay, most of the stuff I just wrote about is highly metaphorical and speculative, but it does shed light to what a man considers sex appeal and what hold sex appeal can have on them depending on how that a person perceives that sex appeal. Using a dialectic approach, I can close this blog posting confidently.

Sex appeal is great, but I speak on behalf of a caliber of men who also "want more" than just what the eye tricks them to just see. We want the girls we can make family homes movies with. For many of us, using a different perception of sex appeal, while other men want to buy the movie, we'd rather rent the dvd.

I'm much stronger than my eyes.

On the lighter side of things..

10 TRUTHS BLACK AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT WHITE PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:

1. Elvis is dead.
2. Jesus was not White.
3. Rap music is here to stay
4. Kissing your pet is not cute or clean.
5. Skinny does not equal sexy.
6. Thomas Jefferson had black children.
7. A 5 year child is too big for a stroller.
8. N' SYNC will never hold a candle to the Jackson 5
9. An occasional BUTT whooping helps a child stay in line.
10. Having your children curse you out in public is not normal.

10 TRUTHS WHITE AND BLACK PEOPLE KNOW, BUT HISPANIC PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:

1. Hickey's are not attractive.
2. Chicken is food, not a roommate.
3. Jesus is not a name for your son.
4. Your country's flag is not a car decoration.
5. Maria is a name but not for every other daughter.
6. "Jump out and run" is not in any insurance policies.
7. 10 people to a car is considered too many.
8. Buttoning just the top button of your shirt is a bad fashion statement.
9. Mami and Papi can't possibly be the nickname of every person in your
family
10.Letting your children run wildly through the store is not normal.

10 TRUTHS WHITE AND HISPANIC PEOPLE KNOW, BUT BLACK PEOPLE WON'T ADMIT:

1. O. J. did it.
2. Tupac is dead.
3. Teeth should not be decorated.
4. Weddings should start on time.
5. Your pastor doesn't know everything.
6. Jesse Jackson will never be President.
7. RED is not a kool-aid flavor, it's a color.
8. Church does not require expensive clothes.
9. Crown Royal bags are meant to be thrown away.
10.Your rims and sound system should not be worth more than your car.

Fuck Sight

Over-crowded, unfriendly, stupidly expensive and a fuck sight more stressful than most cities – there are many reasons to hate London and as you get pummelled into the ground on a daily basis by the shit you have to endure you constantly ask yourself whether you wouldn't be better off somewhere quieter, cheaper and a lot less hectic. But then you go somewhere amazing and you think to yourself I could not get this anywhere else in the world. London, despite all its faults is a totally buzzin cool happening place that thrives on its own hectic stimulation – this was never more accurately demonstrated than at the party lastnight..

I don't know how the zeitgeist works. I 'm not even totally sure what it means but I always find it strange how the collective unconscious synchronizes and everyone seems to get into the same thing at the same time. It is often a reaction to what has gone before but not always. Suddenly everyone is bang into the 50s/60s thing. The look is back on the streets and the sounds are back on stereos. How does it happen? Are we all just one giant being split into millions of different entities seemingly separate but in reality, joined, connected and vibing as one? I can't prove it but I liked to think so.

So we descended the tight stairwell and walked straight into a scene from Quadrophenia. I had watched that film so many times and always wanted to go to one of those dark, packed little underground venues with everyone grooving and rockin out to dancefloor fillers that you just can't stand still to. And all of a sudden, here I was. It was happening.

It was just eleven but it was already busy and people were already dancing. And it just got busier and busier. I'm not sure how clubs manage to fill up without you noticing but suddenly you look round and its jam packed. All of a sudden it was heaving but rather than feel over-crowded it just added to the buzz. A throng of people sandwiched together shaking themselves to the tunes of yesteryear. But this was not a nostalgia trip. For a start no-one in the room could have been there first time round. This was just a group of people joined by a desire to dance to decent music.

And so I danced and I danced and I danced and then I had a breather and then I danced and then umm danced some more.

Pics will be uploaded as soon as i get em'.. Till then cheers.

S > M

Less the entertainment; I humbly bring a path. Everything your mind may come to understand is either false or falsifiable. Everything. To share a sort of political correctness, the foundation of all science is based on this concept. Theory may only be proven false by observation; never true. Some axioms may be true. How can you reach an absolute truth?

Let's take you back; way back, when you were a child. Bring into this hazy picture a wise someone that says to you "Look at this car. You stand at the front of this car wanting only to go back to playing. Then this wise person said to you "There is a muffler." You might say "Liar, that's a car." Until this day you knew the concept of car and not the muffler, you either do not approve hastily or seek openly with this wise man this thing called "Muffler."

Although there appears to be a muffler upon further inspection, both the car and the muffler can be proven false with greater understanding of the design we are captured by and seek within. We find atoms and millions of kingdoms living upon the "Muffler." Oh why call this great expanse merely a "Muffler?" Should not the creator of such a wondrous breadth be given the honor in naming the product? We say "Car;" yet, the parts of the car in sequence of original elemental names are closely the proper monogram. As we were designed to design the car and name the metal beast "Car." We say red. The original color maintains another designation given by the designer of hue and finder of the color range itself. See beyond what your eyes impel.

Today, if someone said "The sun holds a black hole at its center connecting three other stars;" we could only prove false this proposition with the One that created or knew the Designer of the sun. What is design without a Designer?

We perform many tasks with a pre-determined level of complexity as our only guide to confirm a designer is responsible for the design or not. Crypto-analysis, anthropology, and engineering all point toward the path of a human level to understand this concept.

The sun burns hydrogen as fuel. Spinning, throwing plasma along magnetic field-lines that curl then straighten, re-enter its breast; holding 98% of it's original fuel, bequeathing creative light. Much like a car; it needs fuel or perhaps periodic maintenance repair. If matter were the eternal unchanging force required for us to communicate with each other this enormously great day; the hydrogen in the universe would be burned out by now.

Spirit is greater than Matter.
S > M

Only a severe case of narcissistic pride, ignorance, or evil will try to reverse the above equation. There was a begin; in specific, the Primemover. This begin move toward all you may ever interpret is immediately responsible for your eyes scanning this text. Full disclosure of any truth is beyond our reach until the Primemover takes us within His wing. Till that time, my best attempt is realized by seeking the personality of the One who designed our light, practicing with my parents (play creators) for this meeting, or relaxing within my space learning.
What we believe is most important of all; as, our beliefs are directly linked with our future. Believe the end is better than the begin with me.