OrpheusAgonistes
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A friend of mine just started reading Venus in Furs, and she's been talking about it enough that the book has been on my mind. After his final humiliation, of course, Severin pronounces himself "cured" of his desire to serve at the whims of a cruel and capricious woman. He goes on to declare (in the spirit of the times) that, having rejected one extreme he has rushed off to embrace the other, and now feels that a woman's rightful place is at the feet of a powerful man. Now I'm excluding the so-called "submissive nature" from this question because I side with people who draw distinctions between submission and masochism. The urges sometimes, but don't always, coexist. I don't see anything self-destructive about submissive impulses (though I also don't experience them very often or very intensely). But masochism.... For me, after my masochistic urges have been consummated often and intensely enough, I generally find myself "repenting." I'm convinced that the daemon of masochism has been exorcised for the final time. This feeling generally lasts a day, two at the most. But there are definitely times, however brief, when I find myself struggling against my inclinations. I don't self-harm (other kinds of adrenaline and endorphin rushes are preferable), I don't self-sabotage, and I don't feel any kind of vestigial religious guilt. So there is no obvious stain on my quotidian life formed by masochistic inclinations; but sometimes I just rebel against my own (rather deep, rather strong) urges. So I find myself asking: Is masochism a disease? Do you want a cure? Is masochism inherently a form of self-destruction? And the part of me that has seen Fight Club too many times (because Brad Pitt looks funny in a fluffy bathrobe, that's why) gives the last question a vagrant twist and says "Is this particular kind of self-destruction really self-realization?"
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What I cannot create, I do not understand.--Feynman Every sentence I have written here is the product of some disease.-- Wittgenstein
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