"There are all these fetishy people who really don't know what the hell they're doing. They aren't dealing with primal energies, they aren't dealing with primal states..."--Fakir; Re/Search #12: Modern Primitives
In essence, what I take this to mean is that people into fetish-stuff are into it but not really into it. It's play, a bit of psychodrama, but mainly focused solely on the ending orgasm(s) as opposed to creating a total environment of prolonged and progressively increasing (as Fakir claims) pleasure (whatever that means to the individual) induced through what could be considered a Jungian lense of symbolically dramaticized (realisic) [re-]enactments...
Shane (Bugbee) has said that prior to seeing a dominatrix (to paraphrase) that most people should first see a therapist or psychiatrist, I think this somewhat proves that idea correct. It's like charging headfirst into machine gun fire unprotected and alone, though at least in that sort of scenario the person in such probably would have some semblance of how, what and why they are there doing what they are doing. Without the introspection and understanding of what it is you really want to achieve, it only does a bit for the fulfillment being sought.
It's much like something that Forever Dirt was talking about in his most recent Fundamentally Loathsome installment on the album Mechanical Animals. The word mechanical on this album is, as with much of Marilyn Manson's work, multifaceted in its implications. One such ingrained meaning of it is the making of something like sex mechanical, ie. an action repeated over and over again as a cog in a machine living artificially, in terms of a person this is usually (and contextually to both the album and things being written of at hand) an attempt to fill a void of some sorts and keep living that lie. Ouroboros.
In this, sexual action is merely a commodity for attempted self-help but in actuality is wreckless, self-destructive compulsive hedonism masking as a band aid.
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