My lover is a maelstrom of egoism. Their passions are ruthless waves that throw me around in an ocean of pleasure and pain; now playfully, now deadly serious. I am a ruthless egoist myself... I bite, I fight, I caress; for my own pleasure. And we laugh a blasphemous laugh. We laugh at family; we laugh at all morality: religious, bourgeois, revolutionary; we laugh at those who nervously lock in each other's desires because they fear life's poetry; we laugh and release our evil passions, spitting in the face of all morality and sinfully crushing every love icon.
I don't want any rules in my relationships. It's absurd to think that we should limit each other in the name of love. One only makes rules about what one fears. I don't fear my lover's freedom, I demand it! Their ability to develop their individuality and their unrestrained will is what draws me to them. It would only be pathetic to demand that they give up their own will for 'my sake', for an abstract idea of pure and singular love. And if I were to make such a demand, it would not only hurt my lover, but also myself, for I desire my own freedom as much as I desire my lover's. To demand concessions from a lover means the end of a love relationship and the beginning of a relationship of mutual exploitation and humiliation.
Why do we feel the need to limit each other in the name of love? Because we fear what might happen if every person's desire and free will is released, giving up every little social prison that we have built? Surely a frightening prospect for a society based on a rotten morality that promotes private property, sacred love, monogamy and the family...
And the evil anarchist laughs at all that; I laugh and I don't care about the hurt feelings of those who want to limit me because they say they love me. For passionate and unbridled love is as cruel as the revolt, because both have the goal of transforming life and destroying everything that stands in the way of it.
When I love someone, it is the completeness of their being that draws me to them. If I were to ask them to give up their own way of will for me to only enjoy their person, then all that is left is an idol of them that I can worship, for the person's completeness has partly been suppressed by my jealousy. And to what end?
Even if my idea of love would agree with jealous worship of an icon, then my insecurity would still eat me up from the inside. For the fact is that there is no way - other than constant surveillance or confinement - to ensure that my lover does not love anyone else but me. Then I prefer the love among strong egoists who do not give up an inch of their own will...
But since what most people call love is only a sad reaction to their fear of being alone, there is a mutual agreement to limit each other called 'the couple'... This romantic constellation ensures that extreme means are rarely needed, by creating and reproducing a complex pattern of comfort, dependence, power, manipulation and habit that leaves little or no room for escape. In that way, the couple is like society: No one is really happy, but only a few dare open revolt or throw themselves into the unknown darkness that lies outside.
And I'm not talking about polyamory or any other system of relationships. I'm talking about open love. About free love. About the absence of rules and limitations from our lives including our love relationships. About anarchy.
