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Date: 28 Jan 2014 23:17
Topic: Religion And Sex
Modified: 23 Aug 2015 18:10
The religious preoccupation with sexuality isn't simply a banal superficial perversion. It is a horrifyingly twisted psychological pathology rooted, fundamentally, in a form of self-hatred so deep and so pernicious and so destructive, that it cuts to the very core of a person's motivation for existence itself.
Sex (also feeding, which is another fascination of religion) is an activity that, when exercised, fundamentally affirms an emotional confidence in the value of your own independent existence as a human being. Nature built in extreme measures to insure we would seek these activities out, whenever possible, through the strategic deployment of chemical hormones, oxytocin, vasopressin, and various other endorphins.
Cut away the pleasure in these things (feeding, fucking, and social congress), and you cut off the legs of a three-legged stool (if you will). The child you are crushing will be left without a will to live, and in its place, you can pour in the molten concoction of obsequiousness, shame, and self-loathing that, when combined, will keep that child a slave to your disapproval for the rest of his life -- no matter how intelligent he is.
And that is ultimately, the grotesque and frigid beauty of the religious scheme. As long as they can fuck you up emotionally, it doesn't matter how smart you are. You'll never have the strength to escape, no matter how loud the "dusty in your head" is yelling at you.
I am aware of this, partly through research, and partly through experience. I have been an atheist since at least the age of 8 or 9 (though, at the time, I would not have had the words to express it, and never ever told anyone, for fear of my life). Still, because of the Catholic indoctrination I endured through the age of 17, I was almost 40 years old, before I was able to fully come to terms with my own sexuality, despite being openly agnostic, hostile toward organized religion, and not having set foot in a single church from the age of 17. Nearly 23 years. Suffering intense bouts of depression, self-isolation, and social anxiety along the way.
Religion is child abuse, not simply because parents tell lies to their children. But more centrally, because they smash up the very identity of their children, in order to replace it with a crazy-quilt semblance of their own smashed up selves.
We have generations of escape and recovery left to do, before we'll ever be able to call ourselves a healthy society.