I started watching this movie "Storytelling" yesterday, and the first story was so disturbing I had to stop watching.
Briefly (or... or not so briefly): story starts with this girl having sex with a physically discapacitated guy, who self-destructively blames himself for not being the "man" his girl needs. They both attend a literature class with a black man who aggressively critizices the discapacitated guy's short story in front of the class, so the poor guy, both feeling down because of his physical condition and mistreated, picks a fight with the girl. Before leaving her in tears, he says: "and you just wanna fuck this black teacher, just as anyone else on campus". Right there I foresaw what was coming...
Then, the girl goes to a bar, apparently feeling hurt by the fight, sees the professor sitting off alone, goes to his table, he behaves mean and rude (which don't seem to stop the girl, au contraire), takes her to his apartment where she sees some pictures of other students naked and tied. Instead of getting the hell out of there, she goes to the bedroom, the professor tells her to get off her clothes, she does... then to bend over, and he fucks her senselessly, commanding her to ask him to do it in a very... obscene way.
There is another disturbing detail: when having sex with his discapacitated boyfriend, he notices that she doesn't sweat, so he inferes she doesn't feel excited enough. When the girl gets half-raped by the professor, she comes back to his boyfriend, holds him, and he exclaims: "hey, you're sweating a lot!!".
Here's two things that disturb me. First off, the fact that the discapacitated guy was partly right about the difficulty for other people to overcome his condition and treat him equally, and in the movie, things turn out to be as the poor dude foretells. Sad.
Secondly, sex being this strong motivator for people. I know this is personal, because I've always lived by my feelings and thoughts, not by my sexual arousal. So it makes me uneasy to feel this difference, to know that for most of people it is enough getting laid no-matter-what, no-matter-with-whom. For me it's like Darth Vader meets Snoopy, encountering opposites if you get the point.
For me, having sex is a great way to communicate, and I don't mind having sex with people I've just met as long as there is some real connection between us, not merely the physical attraction. And I'm not talking about love here, mind you. That's why rarely feel attracted to women if I don't cross a word with them.
Uhmm... am I rambling?
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