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Lost_Wanderer
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I’ve actually been having them for a long time now but I’m not sure if I’ve ever had mentioned them before on these threads.
Now like all fallible human beings, I’ve had my share of sexual fantasies (usually the um… 2D variety >_<;; ). However whenever I find myself falling into one of them, I find my mind has a strange sort of counter reaction to them (automatic too). You can say its like a beast that violently snorts and shakes its head when it senses something tampering with its senses. The strange thing is that this “beast”… also breathes fire. >:\
Here’s how it goes. Every time I start thinking sexual stuff, my mind suddenly blurs away such thoughts and they get replaced by a different sort of fantasy… a crazy, impossible, and most of all violent fantasy. Most of these fantasies may seem childish or geeky to some but I really do have a sort of desire for them that’s even stronger than my libido. Some of them involve me knocking away thugs with an unseen force, building up a terrifying fire in my hands and then shooting it out (Sometimes I even imagine it to be hellfire!
), doing gun kata moves, and blowing stuff up with just a mere gesture (usually a classic finger snap). Stuff like action scenes and intense music like battle themes or rock songs only add up to the feeling.
Other times, when I feel so sick with myself for having stupid sex fantasies, I imagine myself turning into some sort of half-demon and have the other half take the form of the perverted imp who keeps putting this dirty stuff in my head. I then take that half and beat/burn the life out of it in my imagined form.
In short, I seem to prefer fantasizing a lot more about having power instead of sex. It just strikes me as quite curious to be honest. This is despite the fact that the closest thing these fantasies can get to being real is if I write 'em out and publish them in my stories.
Now why am I talking about this? Well its cuz it concerns two things.
First, I’ve been observing a certain line of thought here that seems to disapprove thoughts of power, aggression, and “pumping” up. One poster went as far as to equate it to sexual depravity and carnal behavior. Frankly though, I cannot see how this adds up. What exactly is so abhorrent about great power? How about dreaming of having such power, much less power you know you’ll never have? (Unless, God’s got some crazy good reason to actually give them to ya.) Whose dignity is being violated? What crime have I committed against the Natural Order to have it merit the same gravity as sexual sin?
Secondly, I’m simply curious about this strange thing about myself. Often times I’ve read people’s struggles with purity or how the saints had knee-jerk counteractions to sexual impurity by means of ardent prayer, intense vigilance with their eyes, and constant modesty. Now when I compare myself to these people, I cannot help but feel… different. Take note though I am still faaar from being cleansed of lust (I’d explain why but that’s another thread). However, I am under the assumption that as far as the mere goal of a lust-free mind goes, the prayerful crowd dream of a saintly life devoted to prayer and spiritual works that shields them. Me on the other hand? I’m more content with seeing myself as a guy who could spend all his time honing whatever combat skill/strange powers he has while his peers go waste themselves in strip clubs and pornography.
Whenever I imagine certain saint as a character, I see a person dressed in white robes praying in a meek voice. When I imagine myself as a character, I see myself as an anti-hero complete with a dark, grim look and an “evil” laugh.
Any thoughts on these strange fantasies?
Now like all fallible human beings, I’ve had my share of sexual fantasies (usually the um… 2D variety >_<;; ). However whenever I find myself falling into one of them, I find my mind has a strange sort of counter reaction to them (automatic too). You can say its like a beast that violently snorts and shakes its head when it senses something tampering with its senses. The strange thing is that this “beast”… also breathes fire. >:\
Here’s how it goes. Every time I start thinking sexual stuff, my mind suddenly blurs away such thoughts and they get replaced by a different sort of fantasy… a crazy, impossible, and most of all violent fantasy. Most of these fantasies may seem childish or geeky to some but I really do have a sort of desire for them that’s even stronger than my libido. Some of them involve me knocking away thugs with an unseen force, building up a terrifying fire in my hands and then shooting it out (Sometimes I even imagine it to be hellfire!
Other times, when I feel so sick with myself for having stupid sex fantasies, I imagine myself turning into some sort of half-demon and have the other half take the form of the perverted imp who keeps putting this dirty stuff in my head. I then take that half and beat/burn the life out of it in my imagined form.
In short, I seem to prefer fantasizing a lot more about having power instead of sex. It just strikes me as quite curious to be honest. This is despite the fact that the closest thing these fantasies can get to being real is if I write 'em out and publish them in my stories.
Now why am I talking about this? Well its cuz it concerns two things.
First, I’ve been observing a certain line of thought here that seems to disapprove thoughts of power, aggression, and “pumping” up. One poster went as far as to equate it to sexual depravity and carnal behavior. Frankly though, I cannot see how this adds up. What exactly is so abhorrent about great power? How about dreaming of having such power, much less power you know you’ll never have? (Unless, God’s got some crazy good reason to actually give them to ya.) Whose dignity is being violated? What crime have I committed against the Natural Order to have it merit the same gravity as sexual sin?
Secondly, I’m simply curious about this strange thing about myself. Often times I’ve read people’s struggles with purity or how the saints had knee-jerk counteractions to sexual impurity by means of ardent prayer, intense vigilance with their eyes, and constant modesty. Now when I compare myself to these people, I cannot help but feel… different. Take note though I am still faaar from being cleansed of lust (I’d explain why but that’s another thread). However, I am under the assumption that as far as the mere goal of a lust-free mind goes, the prayerful crowd dream of a saintly life devoted to prayer and spiritual works that shields them. Me on the other hand? I’m more content with seeing myself as a guy who could spend all his time honing whatever combat skill/strange powers he has while his peers go waste themselves in strip clubs and pornography.
Whenever I imagine certain saint as a character, I see a person dressed in white robes praying in a meek voice. When I imagine myself as a character, I see myself as an anti-hero complete with a dark, grim look and an “evil” laugh.
Any thoughts on these strange fantasies?