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The one physiological exception to this general rule is the orgasm. During sex, your body produces gobs of enzymatic pleasure-givers in response to the sensory nerves on your skin instead of the risk-sensors in your mind. There are however, parallel
s in the processes (e.g. if you are afraid of sex). During orgasm, you wear a facial expression of pain, not pleasure, and many people also claim that activities like biting, scratching, and even whipping, are big turn-ons during sex, but are simply pain
ful outside the realm of sex. Being whipped in the middle of the street by a stranger isn't anybody's idea of ecstasy.** Pleasure and Pain are not so easily separated, and they are by no means polar opposites as often assumed by people
who never experimented with the two (see "frustrated weasels with a marked ecstasy deficiency" in any encyclopedia, or email weasel@unfulfilled.org.asm for more details). They are similar in nature, they use the same nervous system (at the same time- ho
w's that for confusion), and in certain types of situations, they are transmuted: pleasure into pain, and when you're lucky... pain into ecstasy.
** On the other hand, if this IS your idea of ecstasy, let us know, and we’ll be happy to oblige.
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Second Coming
Elation
riding atop a cum-filled body
groping
hungrily searching for a fleshy
pink nipple to satisfy
my mouth's
yearning. Knowing
I should be the same girl
who went to Sunday school
diligently
(and believed in someone else's
misogynistic story).
Elation
swimming in
orgasmic
contractions. Knowing
God says my pleasure
should come from my
husband.
Instead, my lover pounds himself against
my woman's belly and
whispers
the untranslatable, inaudible
psalm of adoration
into my skin.
Elation
found beneath my Sunday best
first, at age twelve
while exploring the newness
of my rounding body. Knowing
He would Damn me
for finding
my G-spot without a map
(or a partner).
Elation
Knowing
and not giving
a Damn.
- Stephanie Knapp
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