Sexo, caspa y alcoholismo

My name is Jorge, and I'm an alcoholic. Manuel and I receive appalling news about the actions of godparents toward their poor, submissive godchildren, actions that make Torquemada look like a liberal. How is it possible to interfere so crudely and vulgarly in the sexual intimacy of fellow members? Who has given them the authority to become prosecutors of something as personal as the sex lives of AA members? What the hell do they understand when they hear "live and let live"? Freud said that a human being has approximately two hundred erotic fantasies a day. This condemns the poor acolytes of the Minnesota Model to a perpetual feeling of guilt, a feeling induced by a brainless individual—whose sexuality surely doesn't involve chastity or purity—who makes someone feel dirty and guilty when they have no real reason to be ashamed of a drive that biology, or Transcendence if you prefer, has placed within us to prevent our extinction as a species. Yes, I know it can be argued that natural instincts can get out of hand and be destructive to oneself or others. Very true, but that's something the individual has to decide, verify through their own experience, and draw their own conclusions. Especially after a reasonable period of sobriety, when many of the issues that trouble the individual begin to resolve themselves. It's a matter of understanding, not repression. And certainly not of repressors. #alcohol #alcoholism