Ushi paused. "So you see, Peter, Antonovna's problem is our problem. If we don't develop the technologies in the near term to shut the whorehouses down that have become globalized, then nobody might do it and the effect of this failure might not just destroy civilization, but mankind altogether as a living species on this planet. The whore has become a monster. She maintains many whorehouses now. She has taken over the houses parliament, congress and senate. She owns the seats of power. The historic pattern has been that the deadly effects of the whorehouses have increased exponentially, Peter, and have become totally inhuman and now threaten to cross the boundary of what is survivable. You told me yourself once that World War I and II were no longer wars in the standard sense, where extraordinary heroics determined the outcome, but that the wars where contests between killing machines and their technical efficiency, and contests determined by the volume of logistics that feed the machines. You were right in saying, Peter, that those wars weren't won, but merely ground to a halt when one killing machine had exhausted the economic resources for the other. You said yourself that the war against war had not be won. The whore that had become fascism still ruled, and when the her great war ground to a halt in Europe the whore had found a new fertile ground in America where it is now focused on destroying America and the world with it. So you see, Peter, the whole of mankind lives in the shadow of a whorehouse that nobody has been able to shut down to this day in over 4000 years, even while whore that we allowed to survive far too long is now threatening our very existence on this planet with atomic bombs and the dirty uranium bombs, and also with the DU bombs that America will soon have laid up by the tens of millions. This means that Anton's problem is our problem, and if we don't solve the problem no one will. It is also obvious to me that this can't be solved as a political project. The countless reams of sophistry of the ages-old whoredom have cut deep into the very core of our humanity. That is where the healing has to begin. And it has to begin with a kiss and a profoundly honest dance that comes from the heart. Anything less is a hopeless waste of effort as it won't accomplish anything."



      In a way, that was the kind of 'dancing' our own dance became that first evening that Ushi and I shared in Moscow. It was rich with kisses. There was sex on the agenda. We had begun to climb out of a cultural hole that seemed deeper than the 30,000-feet-deep Philippine sea-trench. We had begun climbing out of that hole right on our first night out, our night at the Bolshoi. So it was that by the time we arrived at the Bolshoi the imperative problem of helping Antonovna to achieve a 'sea change' in her life had sparked a sea change in our own life. We had mapped out a path that could open the door to her freedom, while it became a path to out own expanding freedom in the New Word that we had begun to explore where we were still strangers of the land and pioneers in probing its dimensions. What we found there was by no means trivial. We soon realized that we felt closer to one-another in the celebration of that light that needed to unfold as a foundation for healing Anton. We were almost surprised by this development that hardly seemed possible. While Anton was afraid of sex as if it were a terrible burden that had been laid upon our humanity for us to bear, we turned it into something for us to celebrate. An element of our humanity had been tragically misused. We began to bring it back alive in celebration by giving it the honorable face that is due as it is to everything that is human. Without saying it, or even realizing that we did so, Ushi and I began to celebrate the sexual dimension of our humanity more fully and consciously right there in the theater; holding each other's hand; smiling at each other; embracing one-another; uplifting one-another in the gentle outflow of this love. And yes, it was a sexual flow in one of its many dimensions. There was no denial of the sexual dimension that made its own claim, and of the dimension of our individuality. We acknowledged both consciously and as constantly as we could within the parameters that are allowed in a public theater.

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Stories about  Sex from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche