Dirt talk- Thoughts on Language and Sex

Language. It’s mind-blowing just to think about it. And when you think about it you’re trapped in it, to think about the language is to already use the language. You can not position your self outside the language to observe it in any neutral way. The thoughts are always already contaminated.

You are the language, and the language is you, inside you. The language is the source of vast possibilities, the promises of communication, creation, connection, emancipation. But it’s also the straitjacket, limiting your thoughts, actions and the very horizon of your world.

The discourse is constantly ongoing, regenerating and changing, words running like water from mouth to mouth, at the centre of all relations, the hub in the wheel of human activity. We talk, to each other, about each other, of things, writing about talk, talking about writing, acting according to scripture preaching the scripture… it reminds me about the King Crimson song “Elephant talk” …. everywhere, everyday talk, talk…

“Talk, It's only talk , Babble, Burble, Banter, Bicker, bicker, bicker, Brouhaha , Boulderdash, Ballyhoo, It's only talk, Back talk

Talk talk talk, It's only talk, Comments, Clichés, Commentary, Controversy, Chatter,
Chit-chat, Chit-chat, Chit-chat , Conversation, Contradiction, Criticism, It's only talk , Cheap talk

Talk, Talk, It's only talk , Debates, Discussions, These are words with a D this time, Dialogue, Dualogue, Diatribe, Dissention, Declamation, Double talk, Double talk

Talk, Talk, It's all talk, Too much talk, Small talk, Talk that trash, Expressions, Editorials, Expugnations, Exclamations, Enfadulations, It's all talk, Elephant talk, Elephant talk, Elephant talk”

And I would like to add: Dirty talk.

I think sex is like speech in a way, it’s always there as a backdrop of our existence. It’s something many of us do almost compulsively, and we also speak compulsively about sex. But back to the subject dirty talk…

I usually hate when people speak during sex, the discourse of an intercourse is already there -shaping how our bodies penetrate each other. But can we at least have the silence, absence from words when we fuck, to let the moaning be the dialogue.

I love the moaning. It’s also functioning as a language, but it’s a simplistic way of transferring information about pleasure or displeasure, appreciation, to tell someone to continue or stop. It doesn’t contain all the imperative practises of the spoken language, no ambition of greatness, no pretence, no vanity, no judgemental crap, no oppressive statements… free from moral or ideological assessments.

Oh joy, sexual silence, a vacation from the retarded babble that’s usually the hallmark of human contacts…

I’m not saying that dirty talk is in any way wrong, or bad, or that other people shouldn’t do it or get turned on by it. I’m just saying that when you fuck with me: shut the fuck up or get out of my bed.