Lust: the devil’s way

Lust: the devil’s way

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HI!!! Every man for himself.

Who has never liked or likes a slut?! Slut in a sexual sense and not in the art of deceiving or hurting anyone.

The definition of this seventh and final deadly sin of the series says that: “Lust, lust or licentiousness is the sin associated with sexual desires. For Catholics, this sin has to do with the abuse of sex or the excessive pursuit of the sexual pleasure. The opposite of lust is purity or the opposite of the virtue of chastity.”

Of the biblical passages that deal with this sin, one of the most incisive is the one in Galatians 5:19: “Now the works of the flesh are manifest: fornication, impurity and lewdness”.

In Colossians 3:5-6 there is another reference: “Put therefore to death all that belongs to your earthly nature: fornication, impurity, passions, evil desires, and covetousness, which is idolatry. It is because of these things that the wrath of God comes upon those who live in disobedience”.

A very well defined sin in the Bible, including divine punishment for libertines.

Imagine what a devotee, a religious, a devout believer or an evangelical would think when reading this news story: “A priest is arrested on suspicion of stealing BRL 617,000 from a church and spending it on parties and drugs. The police are listening to hundreds of di people who allegedly attended the orgies, as well as parishioners and other church members…”

The theory in practice is another, as the poet said. The flesh is weak, always has been and will be from time immemorial.

Lust was born with Adam and Eve still in Paradise, seduced by the Serpent. The legend has never been confirmed that they bit into the cursed apple, rolled around in the grass and came out wet and satisfied. Since then humanity has never been the same.

The trend of the moment is chemsex – from the English chemical sex – or sexual orgies under the influence of drugs for a long period of time. These are meth-fueled sex marathons now facilitated by dating apps.

I had never heard of it, but this is what João Batista Jr. tells us in Piauí n. April 199/23. According to the magazine, the concept of chemsex (chemical sex, in a literal translation) was conceived by Australian social worker and activist David Stuart in the early 2000s and is restricted to those who use the following drugs for purely sexual purposes synthetics: methamphetamines, mephedrone and GHB (used in the Good Night, Cinderella scam). Methamphetamine, the use of which is banned in Brazil, induces a state of euphoria and intensifies sexuality. GHB, short for gamma-hydroxybutyrate, also increases libido and, if taken in excess, can be fatal.

Carnabelô, the micareta of lust

In my early youth, in the late 90s and early 2000s, lust meant going to Micaronte, the first micareta of Belo Horizonte, to try to kiss as much as possible. Sex wasn’t all that easy, at least for me, the shy boy who turned into a Tasmanian devil when he was fed the right fluids…or the wrong ones.

Later, the movement became Carnabelô, became professional and spread throughout Brazil. It certainly started in Bahia, where else? I even went to a Carnaberaba, the off season carnival in Uberaba. I drove 600km with a friend to chase a trio trying to pick up a woman… depressing. Marcinha’s party in “Beraba” itself was much better and more fun.

In true carnivals, lust ate freely, outdoors and in broad daylight. But in my reality it was much less than I had dreamed. When I was a kid, I used to watch carnival balls at Band and Manchete, anxiously imagining when it would be my turn. The small screen showed the Porchat Island dance at dawn with a horde of half-naked or totally naked, sweaty women drinking, samba-dancing, kissing and fucking. They didn’t miss the wait!

Finally, it was my turn. My first notable carnival with the gang was in 1992. I went to São João del Rey where an uncle, my father’s brother, lived there and still lives there in the same house. There are also the two cousins, steady and strong as a nail in the angu.

It rained almost every day. The meeting point was the Italian canteen whose owner was a friend of my uncle and Tancredo Augusto, son of the quasi-President. My sister’s group of friends, about 2-3 years older, were in another house. A little cheap rented away from the hustle and bustle. I was in the velvet and comfort of the family but also practically away from the hustle and bustle.

We received reinforcements from another cousin with two friends, faithful squires since the days of the CPOR. Two bloodthirsty, unstoppable drinking and prank machines. One had Madeira in his last name, but not even a chainsaw could bring him down.

My uncle gave me a copy of the house key to make me independent. On one fateful carnival night, I left the key with one of the cousins. Of course I got lost from the crowd. In these moments, Murphy’s Law is relentless and stronger than the Law of Gravity.

A bowel reversal stopped me on all fours. There was nowhere to go. All dirty and out of paper. I decided to go home hoping to find my uncle still awake since it wasn’t that late at night.

From Gandaia to his house it was about 500 meters, maybe more. It felt like a marathon. I felt like that runner in Los Angeles in 1984, trudging down the street, leaning on poles, sweating cold and praying the agony would soon end.

I arrived, rang the bell 20 times and nothing. I was knocking on the door when, between punches, I heard my uncle’s symphonic snoring. He was on his tenth sleep and not even an earthquake would wake him up.

I walked around the two-story house, they lived on the second. I saw a metal railing leading into their backyard. To this day, I don’t know how, under those terrible circumstances with a hell of a stomach ache, I managed to climb over the railing and jump over to the other side.

I managed to lean against the wall and eliminate all that evil, exempting the bad energies to the last hair of the fifth generation.

At my first carnival, the greatest lust I could get was a historic caganeira.

to see and read

Movie: It’s not lust, but since it has sex and cheating, “Infidelity” with Richard Gere and Diane Lane came to mind. At a time when American cinema was still making good films and well-crafted stories, that unrepressed longing had tragic consequences.

Afterwards, the image came to mind of Uma Thurman, young, in a suit and holding a cigarette with that allure of her own. “Henry & June”, the love triangle set in Paris between the American writer Henry Miller, his wife June and their lover, Anais Nin.

In “Irreversível”, by Argentine director Gaspar Noé, the rape scene of the beautiful Alex (Monica Belucci) is very strong. One of the heaviest movies. There was not only lust, but brutal violence followed by obvious revenge by the victim’s then boyfriend Marcus (Vincent Cassel) and Pierre (Albert Dupontel), her ex-boyfriend.

Lust with a capital A, desire, slutty and “the abuse of sex or the excessive pursuit of sexual pleasure”, as in the definition above, we also have it in the classic “9 and a half weeks of love”.

We will never see a woman as beautiful as Kim Basinger and a more iconic scene like that strip tease in the apartment to the tune of Joe Cocker with a fabulous play of lights from the blinds.

We teenagers at the time grew up wanting to be Mickey Rourke. Or at least that hat worn by the muse.

Book: The House of the Blessed Buddhas – João Ubaldo Ribeiro (1999). That woman was a pleasure machine.

I have little recollection of the story supposedly told by the mysterious and optimistic Bahian Norma Lúcia. João Ubaldo says he received a package containing the typewritten transcription of several K7 tapes, recorded by this now elderly woman. He would send his reports to be used in the volume on lust in the prestigious collection Plenos Pecados.

The writer gladly accepts the material and offers us an unusual, shocking, ironic and inspiring account of the riotous life lived by the then young Norma Lúcia, narrated in a richly detailed way.

I remembered her uncle and brother and how I happily spoiled them both in their home library.

They say the book helped solidify women’s empowerment of the early 2000s, as it throws in the face of a sexist society that claimed women could do, write and talk about whatever they wanted, without it being a hindrance to their lives.

The fact is that this “looking through the keyhole”, as the author himself said, conquered a huge number of readers and annoyed the moralists of the moment. The book soon became a classic of erotic literature.

Book: The Sex Lives of Popes – Nigel Cawthorne (2002). Lust has been unleashed in the Holy See.

I was going to recommend only one book by keeping this edition slim, but I remembered this sui generis work. I’ve already reached through it a couple of times to read it, but I always end up putting it back on the matriarch’s shelf.

If today you are scandalized by the accusations of pedophilia and homosexuality by priests, you have no idea what has already happened under the sheets of the beautiful and puritanical Catholic Church.

The popes of the past practiced all kinds of debauchery. Many married while others, under the cloak of celibacy, installed their mistresses in the Vatican and raised their illegitimate children, or “grandchildren” as they are secretly called in the Church.

The British journalist Nigel Cawthorne reveals in the book “The Sexual Life of the Popes”, courageous and humorous, the secret adventures – or, at times, completely public – lived by the popes of a dissolute Rome which at the same time imposed on all Christianity the obligations of chastity.

The decadent papal court of Avignon, the parties promoted by the Borgias in Rome, the luxury of the times of Leo X, Alexander VI, Clement VII, Gregory XIII and many others, in a world of orgies where everything went well, as long as it meant having or giving Pleasure.

I want more?!

Bonifácio IX left 38 children, whom he affectionately called “adorable grandchildren”. Paul II was homosexual and the bisexual Listus IV committed incest with his nephews. Innocent VIII, contrary to his name, recognized all the children he had and brought them to the Holy See. One of them became a rapist. João XI committed incest with his mother, raped worshippers, and organized orgies with boys.

Pedro Silva is a mechanical engineer at PUC/MG, PhD in Materials at Max Planck Institut Düsseldorf, lives in Vienna, Austria, has already exhausted his share of lust in this life and writes the weekly newsletterThe die is cast

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Source: Terra

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