The Raketenmensch Cometh

Posted by Lex Konrad in Opinions | Oct 28, 2004

Halloween is upon us and my costume’s ready to go. I’d been hoping against hope that I’d be able to walk into the local costume shop and find—sandwiched between Leopold Bloom and Kilgore Trout—one Lieutenant Tyrone Slothrop outfit, size XXL. No dice. Oh, but there were racks upon racks of costumes based on that Harry Potter drivel.

So I found a red cape and, later on, a winged helmet that would look right at home in a Met production of Das Rheingold. Me dressed as Tyrone dressed as the Rocket Man. The Raketenmensch cometh! My backup was me dressed as Tyrone dressed as Plechazunga but, let’s face it, it would have been difficult to scrounge up a complete pig ensemble at the last minute.

Speaking of German mythology, Grego’s gone all Tannhäuser on our asses and given up on his sex empire. He writes like a Rikers Island convict in the middle of a 20-year stint for manslaughter:

[F]or those of you that watched the VH1 show, please do NOT lead the life I have lead. I am no longer doing the parties or any kind of videos. My personal views on sex and “the swinger’s scene” have changed greatly. I am by no means judging anyone as we all are where we are in how we feel and what we believe in and everyone is at different stages. I am just expressing my beliefs that I have actually always had, but somehow let myself keep acting against to fill the empty places inside of myself. There is so much more to life then just sex and there is too much more going on in the world now of SERIOUS importance. We are living in critical times not just here on earth, but also for our souls. No, I did not get an STD or HIV (safe sex is important). What I did get I feel is even worse in that I kept filling my entire life and the emptiness inside me with excess sex, sexual thoughts, and arrogance until they became out of control and I just kept adding negative karma to my soul through my entire life when I KNEW I should have been seeking God and the saving of my soul…yet I did not do it. All I have gotten from the life I have lead is depression, pain and sorrow in trying to fill emptiness with the wrong things.

Almost a year ago, at Grego’s Love Loft, I grew disillusioned with the swinger scene. No, I didn’t have a spiritual meltdown. I was simply bored; tired of wandering, aimless and unfulfilled, through the swinger Zone, every bit as jaded and confused as good ole Lt. Slothrop. The scene had little to do with the joy of sex: for most it was about notching bedposts, or escaping bad relationships, or proving something to the world. We’ve come across many such people in our adventures. Leslie calls them empty vessels—full of false bravado, they drink or drug or fuck themselves senseless to make up for what they lack inside.

There is nothing wrong with wanting a good fuck. There is, however, something very wrong with pawning your body away for validation, self-esteem, the illusion of being wanted. Sex, to me, is more than a series of transactions—this soulless trafficking in bodies and fluids and illusory contentment.

The Rocket Man is above all that shit.

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