it's a bit crude but there is a tendency to cry out to god the throes of climax or even strong grief and shock. If you don't worship God who are you calling to in that moment? You aren't invoking a Christian entity, you definitely don't want the pope sitting in or a beardy man in the sky peering down in you ( unless that's your hing) but you still scream " oh god" when you are overcome. God is often described as something incomprehensible and bigger than ourselves. Seems like a bit of poking gentle fun at the church, that a semi religious experience can be achieved where we feel at once connected and dissolved during sex. The church plays gatekeeper to that euphoric oblivion by controlling the sexuality of women and monopolising the right to lawful marriage. By controlling our sexuality they control us. But sex was around long before we began to dream of gods and yet we have become so divorced from our nature and so emotionally repressed that the only way we can describe the way we feel is to cry out to the very entity that castrates us. The British isles are only recently Christianised and one can't help but wonder who we called out to before the church rolled in from the East.
it's a bit crude but there is a tendency to cry out to god the throes of climax or even strong grief and shock. If you don't worship God who are you calling to in that moment? You aren't invoking a Christian entity, you definitely don't want the pope sitting in or a beardy man in the sky peering down in you ( unless that's your hing) but you still scream " oh god" when you are overcome. God is often described as something incomprehensible and bigger than ourselves. Seems like a bit of poking gentle fun at the church, that a semi religious experience can be achieved where we feel at once connected and dissolved during sex. The church plays gatekeeper to that euphoric oblivion by controlling the sexuality of women and monopolising the right to lawful marriage. By controlling our sexuality they control us. But sex was around long before we began to dream of gods and yet we have become so divorced from our nature and so emotionally repressed that the only way we can describe the way we feel is to cry out to the very entity that castrates us. The British isles are only recently Christianised and one can't help but wonder who we called out to before the church rolled in from the East.