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Of course kids don’t fuck as much as they used to. The world has been filled with imaginary dangers, including the danger of taking your clothes off, hugging, and making the numbing isolation go away for a little while.
There is an absolute sex frenzy going on. Everything is pedophilia, and we’re throwing people in prison for the slightest excuse, except for the high-powered priests and potentates who can invade any orifice of any pre-teen, teen, or adult they desire.
The teens know this. They know that if they date someone 18 or over when they are under 18, their boy/girlfriend could go to prison for decades. They hear prison anal-rape jokes day in and day out. And when it’s not pedophilia, it’s something else. It might be infidelity, betrayal by sex or by soul. It might be the mental afflictions of self-loathing and sexual aversion. Christianity and “Pee Cee” compete in the moral realm, and someone is always ready to invoke AIDS. And at the end of the brief and unsatisfying sexual line, they, too, will be brought to the heel of a master they can neither understand nor resist.
Sex becomes power and debasement. In rebellion, the kids stop fucking. And when they look to their parents, the unspoken dialog tells them that their parents have not escaped, either. The impotence, the anorgasmia, the sex-organ cancers. The pain and resignation. The age of parental tyranny has passed. That same unconcerned, cold world has crushed the life out of Mom and Dad.
And they read the papers, you know; they read the newsfeeds on the Internet, even the ones from overseas, where American press conformity doesn’t exist. Kids can put 2 and 2 together. They know that hard times are coming, if they haven’t already arrived. Elections can be stolen. The Constitution is worthless. The USA is an international disgrace. Oil is becoming pricey, the infrastructure of our republic is being neglected and/or sold to the highest bidder, and the very Earth and its climate is changing in ways that will match the cold, mean place in the heart of society.
But if you listen closely, you’ll hear it -- deep in the souls of our world’s children, it’s happening. They know that they have more power than they were told, they know that love can be created, and they know that they are capable of the audacity needed to prevail.
We are not the Greatest Generation; we are the Great Failures. But our children will redeem us, not as a generation, but as a species. Just as Jonathan and Martha Kent knew, our children are only on loan to us for a short time -- and like their foster son Jor-El, our children will be our heroes. They will be the Supermen and Women of Steel, of flesh and blood and hope and humanity, who will save our dying world and rebuild our wrecked dreams.
So fuck, my children; fuck as if the world depended on it. Because it does depend on it.
Re-make love. Re-make the world.
--p!
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