| | Msr. Reed, thank you. both for your initial sharing of your story and your words since. It is wonderful to see adults who are actually concerned with children's souls, which cry out for freedom far more than most adjusted elders. And in regard to your former lover, I believe that you fought for everything right in this world, and that a terrible crime was committed against you love, and only a somewhat less terrible crime against you.
I do not mean to be a killjoy, but I certainly would feel hesitant to encourage a minor child still on my bankroll to engage in sexual intercourse. That part of my Christian upbringing still makes too much sense to me to dismiss readily. These words are incitement to spiritual murder.
If anyone wonders why I want to bring bourgeois morality down to the dust (or at least tear it off its unbeatific throne), this is why. This is the same logic by which parents steer children away from their dreams in the arts, tell them to conform as a practical matter to get a good job, or pressure them away from all habits and joys that may turn the mind away from conventional success. In previous ages (and, actually, still today), it was this logic that led parents to push their children into loveless but secure marriages. This is the center of careful, live-carefully bourgeois economy. And Msr. Setzer is right to invoke it; it is implicit in the Objectivist ethics.
If this is "life as the standard of value", to Hell with it!
Personally, I will support, to the death, the passion of the adolescent whose parents use her or his dependency as a means of control, and I find the idea of parents confining their child's romantic love for the sake of their convenience so obscene that I am left speechless that people can agree to it.
What I will say is this: if there are any young persons here in San Francisco or nearby, who are reading this, whom I can help evade parential restrictions on the cries of their spirit if they are in love, I swear, my by mind, my desire, and my own will, I will do what I can to help, and I will at least promise to and listen at length, to talk, and give what advice I can, If anyone young in such constraints face such a situation: I am an escort; and can spare a little means and time. I mean this seriously; my contact information is on my profile. And no, this is not altruism, this is a fight for a world I care to live in, and I consider it a chosen obligation. Those who prize bourgeois authority and economy over romance, passion, desire are hereby warned; there are not many things I would give my life in defense for, but this is one of them.
As for obligations, I think that those people unprepared spiritually or materially to grant a child a space of maximum freedom should not become parents; that is my sense of obligation, and I support the contraceptive and abortionist's clinic as the proper fulfillment of it. Those who are parents have a human being in a state of total dependency before them, who they can give freedom or exact obedience, that to me is a situation that requires great empathy and ethical seriousness, that this freedom be encouraged in every possible way. But none of this matters: true passion is so rare in this world that the thought of Objectivism standing for parential financial prudence over sexual love is enough, right there, for every last possible doubt as to my own path to shatter like a thin sheet of ice.
I lack a word to describe what I see here, though I know it exists every day. Fucking Christians. Objectivist crypto-Christians included.
Msr. Perigo recently asked me if I could rapproach with Objectivism. The answer, as long as mere life is considered the standard of value by which to judge happiness, is (with all respects to his majesty's spiritual generosity) must be no. Any ethic based on this kind of principle will always kill the great passions.
And let those who can't "condone" selling sex yet who keep their daughters virginal and free from sex to keep their checkbooks safe bow under robes of lead.
in Liberty,
Jeanine Shiris Ring )(*)( By the Life and my love of it.
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