Hi,
I just thought I'd gather the thoughts of some others on a topic I have been thinking about. Often we are at odds with how much of our public face we are willing to share with others, I think for many of us we have our "normal" selves, and we have our alter egos. Having this divide is fine, as we fear ridicule, potential slander and even creepers who perhaps out of desperation would attach themselves to our private lives.
After recently attending a fetish-con and browsing fetlife even I felt outside of groups with alternative sexuality. Is it more socially acceptable to beat the shit out of each other/drink piss/wear diapers/needle play than be into transformation? Many of these people show their face in public and are not too worried about consequences, it seems to be a part of accepting who they are. Are we afraid of embracing ourselves? Should we embrace ourselves? I for one don't ever want to risk being the "balloon guy" at work!
This fetish is so obscure and strange, maybe because it remains mostly in the realms of impossibility it becomes hard for anyone outside of it to understand. I have often stated that that kink is only as much a part of your life as you let it, but it certainly seems to be a big part of some of our lives. I certainly think about kinks all the time though I know they are hedonistic desires which can only be in part be fulfilled.
Often we attribute parts of our inflation fetish to early triggers which create bizarre links in our brain, but they seem to persist beyond reason. Is that because we have found a support group and echo chamber online? That I don't know but even a wacky dream can be disseminated and have meaning.
I believe that among some of us, we feel as empty vessels.
That is not necessarily as negative a thing as it sounds. Do we wish to be satisfy a biological urge to fill ourselves or another with life and love? Are we bereft of being filled with the light of god or another spirituality? Do we wish to transform ourselves? Some of us, however we may view it, even fetishize total disintegration of the body. A sort of emptying of the ego maybe? Buddhism, Christianity and even contemporary psychology do have some interesting views on emptiness.
Forgive the spewing of my fragmented thoughts, but in the spirit of sharing, I thought I'd post. If I have the coherence of a mad rambling hobo then please, tell me! But maybe there is something there for another to pick and digest.
Peace out,
KQ
I think that, if you take the fetish as metaphor, then it makes sense.
And I think that some people might accept the metaphor, if it's worded or drawn in a way they can accept.
Blueberry transformation is essentially a celebration of fertility, right? But really, fertility in a deep and primitive form. This is not the crimson cheeked Pomona, Roman goddess of fruit. This is a raw and almost obscene ritual where the body is distended to it's very limits. It starts with one small almost innocuous action and it grows into something that totally transforms the human body from its normal state forever. It's one of the Id's descriptions of how sex and pregnancy works. The same can also be said much more directly of cumflation. I think these are fantastical mental forms that we use to describe abstract ideas in a concrete way.
But blueberries are mainly a female aspect. I would say that at least one male aspect is tied to display. The frigatebird and the frog are the natural embodiment of this, puffing themselves up to attract females. It's the Id's description of how dating works. You puff yourself up so that you have a bit of confidence in yourself, and you puff yourself up even more around an attractive woman especially if she starts to pay attention to you. Sometimes it works, but often she sticks out one long sharp fingernail and it's game over for you. Even more direct would be thoughts around blowjobs. But you already know that. I will say that I was once struck by a documentary on looners where one of the girls explained that she adopted it because it was her boyfriend's fetish. Much to his chagrin, she began to fantasize about blowing him up. I hope they're still together.
I think these sexual fantasies represent in some way aspects of the most basic parts of human nature. I think these things are coming to the surface now because they've been attacked within the wider culture. I think fertility has been cut down culturally within the US and Western Europe. The families that have more than five kids are portrayed as weirdos by a media system that can barely even understand the concept. I think in it's sensual love of fertility, blueberry inflation is strangely enough a dissenting voice.
I don't think it's a stretch to say that the current dating scene has a direct effect on our sexual fantasies. In some cases I feel like the old rules, whatever they were, are almost out and no one can really agree on new ones. I think our social landscape with regard to dating is like some strange mix of leftover Victorian ruins, massive but incomplete concrete pylons labeled "feminism" and a shopping mall. None of these are organic forms capable of supporting life anymore than one can live under a freeway overpass.
I see the rise of sexual fantasies as an outpouring of the Id in reaction to the current situation where in many cases the Ego and Superego are flummoxed. People are reaching inside and putting to paper all the wild things of their imagination. There are of course both tremendous benefits and consequences to this.
My advice is to study the archetypes, to better navigate the chaos of the collective unconscious. I'll give you an example.
We've all seen the Venus of Willendorf. It's over 20,000 years old but it is still detailed enough in just the right places to to get modern people going, even if we don't know the artist or what it meant to that society. As far as we know, the human brain's architecture has not changed and pregnancy is the same the world over. Over ten thousand years later, a similar statue crops up in Asia Minor as the Seated Woman of Çatalhöyük. That form of a chubby woman had persisted for thousands of years. And she persisted for thousands more, eventually sliming down and becoming the Phrygian goddess Cybele, known to the Romans as Magna Mater, the Great Mother. Her aspects, as well as those of all Greco-Roman goddesses in general, were taken over largely by Mary. But Marian worship was explicitly sidelined in Protestant societies precisely because it was a holdover of older pre-Christian traditions. Now those societies are struggling because their secular institutions have no links to the deep myths that relate key truths regarding human nature.
My prediction for the future is that things will get a whole lot weirder. You might find that being the balloon guy is actually rather boring compared to what your coworkers are up to.