A Look at True "Omnisexuality"

     I've seen the term 'omnisexuality' thrown around here and there; describing the preferences for men, women, the trangendered, the intersexed and (dare I say) animals.  I have a different idea of what this means and it isn't as controversial as it seems.  It is important to know that this is coming from someone who does not identify himself as an omnisexual.  This is the account of someone who hasn't actually experienced the following phenomena.

     There is a particular movie scene that comes to mind when I think of omnisexuals.  In 2004's film, "Kinsey", there is a chilling scene where a pansexual discusses his sexual affairs with men, women, children and animals.  The characters sat in disgust as he spouted off data about his encounters.  The way he cataloged his sexual history in grave detail told the truth about his sexuality; he was simply aroused by the dark and deviant aspect of sexuality.  In my opinion, he was like someone who travels just for the sake of frequent flyer miles.  How many people do we know that have daring sex just for the sake of saying that they did it? 

     I was recently in the company of someone who shed light in the direction of true omnisexuality.  This woman was sexually charged by the moon; to the point where the quarter moon, the full moon and even the constellations gave her a different impulses.  She talked about making love against Redwood trees and feeling the soft, jagged bark against her naked backside.  She even mentioned how she likes the way her cat looks at her while she masturbates.  (I, for one, thinks its creepy the way my cat always comes out when I'm jerking off; but to each his own.)

     She can not have it any other way, she couldn't fathom having sex in a motel room.  She needs nature, stars and humanity as a participating audience for her to climax completely.  Like all of the weird fetishes we've read about, she walks past certain trees and gets horny thinking about the possible positions she could perform on its branches.  Watching snakes slither gets her juices running southbound.

    

(It's possible that this is the only brand of omnisexuality I'm comfortable with; even I have my limits!)

Intelsexualism: Torn Between Omnisexuality & Asexuality

     Have you ever masturbated to the pornography playing in your head?  Beyond anything you've ever seen, you begin to use your imagination to knit together newly constructed arrangements and participants.  Before you know it, you've become accustomed to visuals that the pornography industry cannot support.  Ultimately, the outside world becomes bland in comparison.  This is the darkside of the intelsexual: delving deep into every possible dimension, it becomes hard to settle for only three.

     Recently, I have come into contact with several other intelsexuals, people that get off from the psychology and machanics of sexuality.  Exchanging our different perspectives on the driving forces of arousal, I started to realize that we are often torn between two paradigms.  With the blessing and curse of an analytical nature, I noticed that while the intellectual can see the appeal in everything, nothing actually appeals to him.  Through an universal sense of sympathy, the intelsexual can sensually tap into a given sexual scenario, however, in the context of reality, these people are understimulated.  The mind seperates from the flesh.  Touch becomes trivial.  Sensations are dulled.

     There is a lighter side to this dichotomy.  From my personal experiences, I have realized that simple things like word usage, sweaty palms and preference begin to bear much more meaning.  What turns one's temperature up while cooling another's down?  What's hiding behind that particular sexual hang up?  What will it take to convince you to betray your own code of conduct?  When the world reduces to grey matter, there is a signature burst of color within each individual's passions and fears.  That becomes an intelsexual's primary source of erotica.

     When the flexibilty of flesh has been tested to its limits...Every position and angle has been analyzed and documented...When sex has been intermixed with every concievable emotion; something happens.  Several of my peers have expressed an appreciation of the natural randomization of creation.  Fingerprints become sexy.  Breathing becomes intriguing.  I've gotten lost in the pores of my lover's skin.

      Beginning to find arousal in everything: does that make you a pervert or born again?