Jerking Off and Faking Orgasms

I have heard the metaphor of "drug high" when describing the spiritual ecstasy of the altar. In this light, the weeping and sackcloth at the saw dust trail is not epiphany but rather manufactured experienced. I appreciate the metaphor . . . however I prefer the description of a "faked fuck."

Jerking off, or maybe "sanctified masturbation," may serve the better metaphor for such moments of self deceived piety. It is not only self inflicted pleasure, but the body is fooled into believing it just fucked! And hell . . . like the tears that stained the carpets shit we have a mess in our hands. The only difference between the two comparisons, is the lack of porneia at the altar . . . or perhaps there is! The crucified figure, naked and bleeding, is a fetishized, masochistic image that stirs such strong emotions.

My favorite are the fake orgasms, people who want the glory light so badly they either fake it or believe themselves into it. I gotta confess I have done the same! "Oh shit you were good you horny son of a bitch" in one voice! And "Oh God I can feel you flowing through me, fill my senses! Come and Fill me up! is sung by another. I wonder . . . if people were thinking the same thing I was when singing that song.