A Creative Critique of Freudian Theory.
I am deeply concerned by your delusion and disturbed by your self deception.
I would like to assist you correct your false perception, your pointless projection, your faulty, flawed philosophy.
Your penis is not foremost of all phenomena.
To help you transcend this thin skinned transgression, I would like to transport you via a creative visualisation technique. We will travel an other-worldly odyssey, an unparalleled pilgrimage, an ethereal expedition.
Take three deep breaths, on the third breath, imagine yourself traversing a peaceful countryside.
Imagine a female friend walking with you. You both see a stream. A winding of water. The female friends exclaims! Oh!
A symbol of my menstrual flow!
The female friend continues walking with you. You both see a hill. A rising ground. The female friends exclaims! Oh!
A symbol of my breast!
The female friend continues walking with you. You both see a lake. An expanse of water. The female friends exclaims! Oh!
A symbol of my womb!
Has this ever happened to you?
Have you ever met a female obsessed with reproductive organs – fixated with sexual body parts – engrossed with genitals – so much, she sees symbols of them everywhere she looks? In any terrain? In all environments? So much, she develops an ovary shaped theory on human behaviour?
Get my fucking point. Dick head.