Pleasure as Reason

I recently read a book about 1960s hippie culture that reminded me about how once upon a time the attainment of pleasure was adequate reason to do something.  If you played a game or did some sort of physical sport the warm sore glow and slightly achy feel of muscles along with the physical pleasure of having done it was enough.

One did not have to climb the highest mountain faster than anyone ever has. Or be the best to enjoy it.

If one enjoyed playing at playing guitar the pleasure was enough, one did not have to have a popular band.

We used to say, “You are never too old to have that happy childhood that may have eluded you when you were actually a child.”

Then the conservative Taliban puritanical religious forces came into power and play for the pleasure became frivolity.  “Winning isn’t the most important thing, it is the only thing.”

We are to live vicariously rooting for teams rather than doing our own thing.  We are to buy products in an illusive search for the object that will make us happy, working to purchase ever more even when we are too tired to go our for a walk with our cameras or other toys.

In the 60s and 70s the puritans called us hedonistic for our finding joy in sex.

I’m an atheist, I go to museums and concerts.

When I was younger I went to festivals and street fairs in San Francisco and LA where gays and lesbians openly displayed their preferences for certain modes of sexual play.

And Christo-fascist trolls like Porno Pete LaBarbera would watch inflaming their puritanical lust, working themselves into an indignant rage that is their only pleasure.

The anti-pleasure crew was always at work when it came to us.  Perversifying anything that might bring  pleasure and relief to childhood filled with abuse and loneliness.

We weren’t even supposed to fantasize much less act out or play.

Years ago I saw a movie called “Paris is Burning” about the shows and pageants put on by the black and Latina “Houses” in New York City.  One old queen offered the insight that at the balls kids who had nothing and were no one could dress up and play at being someone, even if that some one was simply ordinary.

Pleasure can be a reason.  Life does not always need to about work or adherence to some set of rules.

One Response to “Pleasure as Reason”

  1. ariablue Says:

    I’d say it’s like stepping backwards in time, but I have a feeling that success was never measured by such soulless standards in the past.


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