La simultaneità del piacere, dalla liberazione sessuale in poi, è assurta quasi a valore universale, oltre che a parametro talora imprescindibile per la determinazione dell’affinità e dell’intesa di coppia. Ovviamente non mi sfugge l’aspetto simbolico, oltre che organico, della contemporaneità in materia di godimento, sebbene la perdita totale di coscienza (non per niente i greci la chiamavano “la piccola morte”), sia pure limitata dalla sua accentuata brevità, garantisca, nel caso di godimenti sincronici, il più totale ripiegamento su se stessi e la corrispettiva assenza dell’Altro e per l’Altro, proprio nel when he would like instead to be present.
But let us. A
nature cynical and sadistic racist and hopelessly blocked and I Clio, despite twenty years of cohabitation and a substantial community of goods and intent, we could seal our mutual and unshakable "attraction" by the same means that are potentially available the most squalid and vulgar of the human couple. Not that it deprives us sleep, but it is clearly a common experience that is missing from our prolungatissimo idyll.
Today, however, an incident that happened to me represents a sort of sublimation. I went to the bathroom to rid the excess fluid (those bladder mind you. I would not want to mislead you left there by the theme in question) and at the same time as loudly melted my fluids with those in the bottom of the toilet seat I began to hear a kind of echo-noise reduced. I then realized that the echo, which among other things, unlike a real echo, was ending in perfect sync, private indoor bath came from the "magnificent nineteen". So, soon after we put back together and have exchanged a quick glance of understanding, we slowly headed towards the bedroom. And there, on the nuptial bed, we smoked a cigarette.
(Jaenada)
