Dür Ktulhu
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- Dec 20, 2025
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There are levels of closeness that ordinary romantic love cannot even see through a telescope. An ordinary couple meets, falls in love, has sex, gets married, has children, argues about money and daily life, makes up, grows old together. All of this is a horizontal story. Two separate lives that decided to touch for a time. And then there is another geometry.
The boy you played with in childhood,with whom you shared a mother's womb, with whom you played as a child when you didn't yet know what shame was, who saw you at your weakest, your most revolting, your most helpless, who knows all your childhood nicknames, all your childhood humiliations, all your secret fears- the only person before whom you could be vulnerable without losing face.No one else can simultaneously be your home, your prison, your altar, your sacrificial stone, and your executioner.
Is this not like the return of a part to the whole, like overcoming separation-blood to blood,flesh to flesh, which were once one? It is almost a mystical act of reunion.
Such a connection humiliates and tramples all others we see everywhere-there is a special, almost satanic pride in it-it spits on them.
Is this not a demonstration of the ultimate level of intimacy? This is,perhaps, the most honest and most total form of erotic absolute a human being is capable of. That is what I think.
The boy you played with in childhood,with whom you shared a mother's womb, with whom you played as a child when you didn't yet know what shame was, who saw you at your weakest, your most revolting, your most helpless, who knows all your childhood nicknames, all your childhood humiliations, all your secret fears- the only person before whom you could be vulnerable without losing face.No one else can simultaneously be your home, your prison, your altar, your sacrificial stone, and your executioner.
Is this not like the return of a part to the whole, like overcoming separation-blood to blood,flesh to flesh, which were once one? It is almost a mystical act of reunion.
Such a connection humiliates and tramples all others we see everywhere-there is a special, almost satanic pride in it-it spits on them.
Is this not a demonstration of the ultimate level of intimacy? This is,perhaps, the most honest and most total form of erotic absolute a human being is capable of. That is what I think.
