Thursday, December 8, 2011

Fus Roh Huh?

   It's a bit of an odd coincidence that in the same month a much anticipated fantasy game which is focused around burly and dusted fantasy figures dawning armor selectively exposing the taught muscles and imposing figure as they battle winged draconic horrors; I find myself indulging a book which describes a character's inner sexual fantasies about men being devoured by similar scaly monstrosities; indulging every flesh piercing detail.

   In that regard I think fate is chuckling a bit

   Fantasizing about one of the same gender is one thing, frankly I've had my own share of such.  Yet that masochistic tendency described in "Confessions of a Mask" does not fit into my usual forte', and the point A to point B connection that is conjured by my gutter track mind has made in both reading this book and playing that game, which if you haven't figured out yet is Skyrim, has led to some very awkward moments.  It's not the same sort of fantasizing on my part as the main character in the book exhibits; but rather now this implanted curiosity and contemplation on how he would react to the play of the game.

   It's a sort of "oh look, the dragon just bit my head off.....I wonder if that would turn him on?" type thought that has become the artificially implanted notion, to which the usual reply emerges "....more then likely, yes." followed by an uncomfortable shiver.

1 comment:

  1. This book definitely makes one stop and consider their own thoughts in comparison to Kochan’s. What gets kind of irritating though is how different he thinks he is from the rest of the world. He considers himself of almost a higher elite in having some of these ponderings from the time he was 5. As numerous others have already mentioned in class and through blog posts though, he’s really not that different. Everyone psychoanalyzes themselves. As humans, part of our nature is to want to know the “why” and “how”, and when it comes to intangibles like emotions, those are really tough questions to answer. It’s really almost funny to think Kochan considers himself so removed from everyone else because he has to strive so hard to fit in. EVERYONE tries to fit in. That in no way means we all enjoy it (seriously, no one looks back and says, “Wow, I loved middle school!”),but it’s kind of a learning process for finding our own identities and those whose interests match up with ours. Maybe if Kochan had actually attempted to get to know other people, he would’ve realized we’re all a bunch of messed up weirdos. The problem is, Kochan likes his anxious, depressed isolation, and until he gets over himself, that’s all he will ever know.