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Have sex with Adonis

Having sex with Adonis may be seen as the LAST thing in the dream world of sexual experiences, but is it true in reality as well?

In Greek mythology (the originally Phoenician god) Adonis is the young and extremely sexy lover of Venus. She fell in love with his perfectly formed, young athletic body, but their love was short-lived. Adonis’s perfect body was pierced by a wild boar while hunting. Venus heard her screams and approached her lover, who sadly died in her arms. Just to let your gay glands tingle a bit more: after her death, Venus sprinkled nectar on her blood and the combination produced the variety of anemone flowers.

Adonis could be the perfect example of a god for homosexuals, because Venus was not the only woman who worshiped Adonis. On the island of Lesbos, no less, the young women developed an entire religion around the death of Adonis. It could be Adonis’s death that prompted them to hug. While Adonis’s death is tied to the origins of lesbianism, it is Adonis’s life and physique that made the men shudder at each other. Both mythology and literature show signs of homosexuality around Adonis. In Shakespeare’s version of the story it is unclear whether it was the carnage of Venus or the female love between Adonis and his male friends that ultimately caused her death.

In psychology, the Adonis complex is related to anorexia and bulimia. The Adonis complex can be seen as the opposite of anorexia. In anorexia, a person thinks they are fat (they have a false body image) even if there is nothing between the skin and the bone. At the Adonis Complex the body image is exactly the opposite, a person believes that they are slim despite having the perfect muscles and body tone. Where anorexia is a typical female complex, the Adonis complex is more common among men. A boy would exercise his muscles even though he already looks like a young gorilla. You will have this abnormal image of the body of a thin man while it is already built like a mountain. It could be said that both anorexia and the Adonis complex are products of our society, which deserves a physical attractiveness far above the intellect or personality.

Which brings me back to my original question: having sex with Adonis might be the ideal sexual experience in our dreams, but is it really true? Is it sexually satisfying to have sex with Narcissus, the mythological figure who fell in love with his own reflection in the water? Is it really such an experience to have sex with a man who cares less about you and loves his own body? Personally, I feel that if you are in love with yourself, stick to masturbation.

Our exaggerated emphasis on physical beauty leaves us empty, shallow, depressed, and alone. If the physical is all that matters to you, you better make love to Adonis after he dies. No one denies the pleasant addiction to chocolate for the eyes. Your eye chocolates may be perfectly shaped male biceps, the next guy might be addicted to a 6-8 torso, my best eye chocolate is a perfectly shaped butt; It drives me wilder than a rhino horn. However, who wants to end up with just one ass in your life? I am not suggesting that we should pretend that physical beauty is nothing; I’m not suggesting that we let ourselves go; I’m simply saying that a perfectly formed ass will leave you with little more than a fart to talk to.

I must admit that I struggle to be turned on by the ugly duckling, the fat Humpty Dumpty, or the naked old Molwa in front of me, but I’d rather have a man with fewer muscles than brain cells compared to the town idiot with a sexy ass. . And there we are today, closer to caricatured heterosexual love than ever in history. Homosexuals were the royal elite, talented artists, and the intellectual cream De la creme in the society of yesteryear. And today? Today I get the impression that every gay second is about Adonis’s physique, the personality of a worm, and the intelligence of a rat. How bored have we gotten?

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