Does size matter? You bet. You know it does! Yes, sometimes, it’s so big, it hurts.
Yet soon it may hurt so good, as my body adapts to the huge invasion, often with the help of a petrochemical lubricant derived from what would otherwise become fossil fuels.
Should I then tell you about not only the length but also the thickness, and the way my hips move in response to his thrusts, the feel of his mouth all over my breasts, the involuntary moans erupting from my lips? So what if I’m an exhibitionist…what do you care? You’re not a voyageur.
But here’s what you should care about: whether I — not to mention the countless other reproductive bodies fucking at this very instant — are using birth control.
This is the huge size that really matters: the ever expanding, always greedy human population inflicting pain and destruction on the finite, tiny, cunt-like Planet Earth — a body that can not adapt so easily as mine to invasive bigness. Eros/Thanatos: life force as death force. And yet, as a Scientific American article puts it, exponential population growth “is the don’t-go-there zone of modern environmentalism and political discourse.”
Meanwhile, ideological fanatics attack Planned Parenthood, and We the People celebrate irresponsible “reality” stars like the Octomom and the Duggars’ “Nineteen Kids & Counting” — far more obscene than any pornographic display of my love life.
“If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist?” famously asked the philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer in his 1850 essay titled On the Suffering of the World. “Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence?”
The world’s population in 1850 (when Schopenhauer wrote) was a bit more than 1 billion, which had been roughly steady-state for centuries. Now it’s 7 billion…and counting. Simultaneous with this exponential population growth has been the Industrial Revolution’s fossil-fueled economic growth. Per-capita consumption and per-capita carbon emissions go hand in hand. The poor Planet doesn’t stand a chance unless…unless….
Unless we all start fucking, not to make babies, but just for the fun of it.
The ever fewer babies who are then born into this world will thank us.
New Year’s Resolution:
To fuck like a bunny but not breed like one!