GRGR(25) - They

[David Morris]

They _WANT_ to be fucked into submission and are begging for someone to 
dominate Them.  They are kharmic super-magnets:  dominating with no regard 
for life (maybe even w/ love of death) who secretly desire the death their 
own Master will ultimately deliver.

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(577.17) In the last third of his life there came over Laslo Jamf [...] a 
hostility, a strangely _personal_ hatred, for the covalent bond. [ 
http://www.chem.ualberta.ca/~plambeck/che/p101/p01241.htm ] A conviction 
that, for synthesis to have a future at all the bond must be [...] 
"transcended."  That something so mutable, so _soft_ as a sharing of 
electrons by atoms of carbon should be at the core of life, _his_ life, 
struck Jamf as a cosmic humiliation.  _Sharing_? [...]

"Whatever lip-service we may pay to Reason [...] to moderation and 
compromise, nevertheless there remains the lion."

"the lion does not know subtleties and half-solutions [final solutions?].  
He does not accept _sharing_ as a basis for anything!  He takes, he holds! 
[...] He wants the absolute.  Life and death.  Win and lose.  No truces and 
arrangements, but the joy of the leap, the roar, the blood."
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In this last sentence we have the joy of the ultimate S&M act: the Snuff.  
There is a fantastic _passion_ in this dominance, but there is also the 
underlying reciprocal fantasy/desire:  the desire for the simultaneous 
"cumming" of the victim/partner.  It may be an involuntary orgasm, but at 
the heart of this imagery is the concept of a flow of power and spirit, the 
most personal mingling.

The Hunter _cannot_ escape identity with the Prey.  When the prey is a 
sexual "partner," the Hunter must put himself into a place where he imagines 
the "pleasure" of being taken from life.  In this way, the dominant secretly 
desire the thrill of surrender.

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(578.21)  A curious potency. [...] Death down to hump Its women from behind, 
and they seemed to love it so, seemed now and then to have touched Polker 
too, in his deeper excursions into the Mare Nocturnum.  He found delight not 
unlike a razor sweeping his skin and nerves, scalp and soles, in ritual 
submissions to the Master of the night space and of himself, the male 
embodiment of a technologique that embraced power not for its social uses 
but for just those chances of surrender, personal and dark surrender to the 
Void, to a delicious and screaming collapse.... To Attila the Hun.
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DM

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