What do i mean by it? For a while now i've been pondering the notion that pleasure points us towards what is good and right. But obviously i have to say so with caveats because not all pleasure is good. When i say something like that, i am thinking of the way i feel when i am with a lover; and i strive, as much as i can, to see to it that my interactions with lovers are an even give and take, a meeting of equals who bring things into one anothers lives. This is pleasure shared. If my lover has an orgasm, i did not "give" it to him or her, i did not "make" him or her come; it is pleasure he or she felt but which we experientially shared. I am so well-attuned to my closest lovers that i would swear i can feel some of it sympathetically when they experience pleasure.
And i would contrast this with "pleasure taken," and in so saying i suppose that the experienced hedonists among my readers can instantly grok where i'm going with this. I've had encounters with people who took pleasure from me; not just the rapes and the sexual assault, but people who had no interest in sharing an experience with *me* as an individual. Who *i* am made no difference at all; the idea was to reduce sex to a scripted, detached thing, wherein partners are completely interchangeable.
Naturally, this is not a recipe for happy-making sex; it's what people do when they are looking for a way to separate this activity from the rest of their lives, rather than when they want to integrate it.
And, in most of those encounters i took pleasure as well, not as in taking my own, but taking theirs, in a way where i too did not have to share an experience with them as a person, but simply having one.
I've learned how to tell at a glance when someone is the sort of person who is more likely to be looking to take pleasure from me, and i have to avoid them. It is almost certain that they will bring nothing good into my life at all.
When i've been asked, "What did you get out of that?" i can't really answer. Something indefinable. I usually felt incredibly sexually charged hours afterwards, so some part of me was getting something out of it. Most people say they can't imagine having sex that way, but i have to say, i've encountered enough who do from every walk of life and of every gender that the potential for it is pretty much universal (at least among Americans).
Which is where "boredom" comes in, because i think it has a lot to do with what drives it. Not boredom in the sense of, you're sitting around one evening and saying to yourself, "Ho hum, what am i going to do tonight?" No, i mean boredom in the really deep sense of the word. The same kind of boredom that drives zoo animals to mutilate themselves after they've been pacing around a small cell, staring at the same four fucking concrete walls day after day. You can change your room around or get a new apartment, you can get a new job, but your life can still be, in a deeper sense, like staring at four fucking concrete walls all the time.
This is the downside to civilization. And i think all of us struggle with this, some of us more successfully than others.
Eventually it deafferents your soul. Why do i choose that word? Because an animal, after having a part of their body deafferented, will often chew it off. This is what many of the Silver Spring monkeys did. At that point, you know what it is you need, but you actively avoid it in favor of the dehumanizing experience which you know is only going to cut you off from your life a little further. And that thing could be dehumanizing sex, or it could be alcohol or drug abuse, or whatever.
Why do we push deeper into that which we know damn well is going to ruin us? Honestly, i don't know. Maybe the brain gets used to it, and sees it as the closest thing to "interesting" that is going on at that point. I think we can accurately call it a break with reality.
One antidote for that boredom seems to be pleasure shared. And by that i mean in the broader sense, not just sexual pleasure, and not just happiness with a partner; it could be just an evening of "hanging out" and "not doing anything special" (put in quotes to demonstrate that such things are more crucial than people generally think). Think that's not important? Go without it for six months.
I don't want to say it absolutely *has* to be pleasure shared with another person because sometimes it can be very affirming to share pleasure with oneself. But i suspect that most of us would usually need to share with others.
It's not a cure-all, certainly, but i find that a lot of my psychic disorientation seems to clear up when i have enough of this in my life. When i say something "grounds" me, that's usually what i mean; experiences which make me mindful, present in the now, pleasure shared.