Touch Cylinder
by Dr. Chokehold
“Within the chain of supplements, it was difficult to separate writing from onanism. Those two supplements have in common at least the fact that they are dangerous. They transgress a prohibition and are experienced within culpability” (Derrida, Of Grammatology, 165)
Chokehold 1
Sex must be deconstructed! Masturbation has been rendered the minor term in the binary between sex and onanism. In the process of deconstruction, we must temporarily flip the hierarchy between the minor and major term, momentarily privileging the minor term to unseat the binary that binds them. Speech / writing, white / black, man / woman, mind / body, and, now, sex / masturbation.
In Derrida’s deconstruction of the metaphysics of presence, speech is rendered the intuitive term which implies true meaning, while writing is seen as a supplement to speech. Similarly, “masturbation comes to be added to so-called normal sexual experience.” It is additional, but not essential. But what does it mean to privilege autoerotic stimulation in the history of sexuality?
A deconstruction of sex requires critically considering the metaphysics of non-presence which determine the act of sex itself. I challenge us to consider that, perhaps, we have sex so we can masturbate to the encounter later. Now a full dissemination of this thesis will be explored in a monograph-to-come, but I will sketch out the outline of the argument here.
First, let us establish the critique of self-pleasure as follows: masturbation is lesser than sex, it is imitation of sex, a poor copy of the pure presence that sex offers. Sex is like speaking, for when we have sex, we engage in the other directly. . . Is it possible though that pure presence in sex is a myth? Indeed, many sex acts shroud themselves in fantasy and idealization—some even imagine having sex with someone else during the act itself.
Meanwhile, masturbation is the origin point of its major term sex. It is arche-writing. Most people play with themselves more than with others; their first contact with sexuality is (as Freud shows) through playing with their autogenitals; it is common to wank prior to having sex to last longer. Masturbation is the rope holding up the illusion of mastery in the bedroom. Perhaps much of our sexual lives (temporally) is constructed by and around onanism: so why don’t we value it more?
We, of course, proceed with a degree of caution. The terrain of onanism has become territorialized by a culture of pornography: fap capitalism. Although Porn Studies is a discourse of emissive plentitude, my analysis focuses less on the forest of these images and more on the structure of seed. Uncovering this seed requires us to momentarily discharge the pornographic in order to discover the in-it-of-itself of auto-eroticism. It is imperative to perform a transvaluation of our sexual values. Our conceptualization of onanism has become overdetermined by pornography, but we must understand the structure of the autoerotic beyond these terms. Onanism as signifier not signified. Wittgenstein jerked it to mathematical equations.
Consider: the sex act is always contained to a timeframe dictated by the bounds of human endurance. Meanwhile, recalling that encounter in a future session gives you weeks, months, maybe even years of erotic mileage. The afterlife of sex outlives its encounter. Sex is transient and passing, but masturbation, the encoding of sex into a memory, wraps and embalms the act into the rope of time. The memory exceeds the event, and in turn replaces it. It opens up the sex act to the explosive foams of historical fabulation. A blanched sexual encounter can become a bubbling ecstasy, for, in the harbor of the mind, the seaman fucks without end. A parrot croons. Fabulated in the sexual archive, an excess where fiction exceeds history. Masturbation is tale-telling, histoire–history and narrative–fastened gestural rewrites. Only in the revision are we able to discover what happened. À la recherche du temps perdu (Proust was a vicious onanist. Il n'y aurait pas de Recherche sans masturbation). Autoeroticism is, thus, our body’s relationship with sexual memory. We have sex to generate more sexual memories: that we have sex to masturbate to it later.
Chokehold 2
To speak we must breathe. Breath: dependent on air. Mouth words: “I love you” “I hate you” “I miss you” “I need you.” But the mouth only mouths through the air. In The Forgetting of Air in Martin Heidegger, Luce Irigaray argues that contrary to accounts that render the space between self and other as a dark, infinite abyss, we mediate our relations through and with the air. There is always something between us, filling the borders of self and other: “air.”
Irigaray writes: “Is not air the whole of our habitation as mortals? Is there a dwelling more vast, more spacious, or even more generally peaceful than that of air? Can man live elsewhere than in air? Neither in earth, nor in fire, nor in water is any habitation possible for him.” The air is the organizing force that you and I swim in. I have no pure access to you, but must always triangulate me through air. Before culture, before art, before politics, before person, there is air. We are always breathing and interacting through this air. It is what connects us to one another, to the world itself.
So what does it mean to deny the other air? This is a trace of a theory of asphyxiation. If air is the condition for relationality, the denial of air is the production of the anti-social. To say “No, leave me alone.” But to deny air is not to cut off air—completely—instead, it’s to keep the other in a state of airlessness. The living dead: not in the way that I could when I used to could. Deny: you let me die. A worldlessness. Gasping—upon the edge of unlife. No more entry into the Symbolic. To split the other out of the shared world that you both inhabit.
The shadow of the other befalls upon the ego. Chokehold—neither between life nor death. It is the space of undecidability. A philosophy of undecidability.
In Third Impact the borders between dissolve. AT Fields shatter.
The line between self and other, erased. Subway emptied out, seat array. Bench became one of his closest friends. The air within indistinguishable from the air between. End of the world, mirror to mirror, self without end.
End of “in.” Now, still. The borders of what is flesh and what is not, gone. Who speaks? Social biology. Stopped mattering. Existential matters become fleshly. Shinji’s psychic trauma, a flood of the world, now nothingness. Why couldn’t you just listen for once? They are in a chokehold. Fie fie Third Impact ‘bliterates. Endless push pull see saw. Over, rover. Finally still. Playground (hands ‘round neck = see-saw), vivisepulture, gasp-swallow air for dirt. Gone home. Memory palaces toppling up-to ah-ch other, tied under one No thing. You breathe everything in me. I breathed the breath of neither me nor you. How to unlearn who I am. Rope untied, no-bound, air-ee: no-no. Water. Yet, the trickle of a voice. Gaalloop, gaalloop. Could still talk huh? New language from chock. Syllables come out like parallelogram. Erupting insurmountable congealed orange anger. Air reawaken sense. Swim swim, swallow ‘em up–literal metaphor. Come up. EEEEEEE AAAAA EEEEEEE OOOOO OHM OHM ARP AEIU AEIU. BRHHMMM. TAH TAH TUM. DA TA. DA. FORT. GA. GA. GAP. GASP.
He is connected through touch. Tears rolling down his cheek onto hers. But a violent touch. A touch that desires to eradicate her but cannot go all the way. Speak. Try. Can’t. Shinji touches against something essential about relationality. Caught in the chokehold of asphyxiation and relationality—breathlessness and air. I love you. I hate you. I can’t stand you. I need you. Does he give Asuka the air to breathe and live, or destroy her completely? A theory of asphyxiation is a theory of ambivalence. Nothing more, nothing less. Aliveness, but not quite. Deadness, but not yet. Another gasp: I want you, but pacified, unable to hurt me. (Revenge) A relation which isn’t a relation. Choke is the hug of the neck. A hug stops air.