Seligman: A very interesting character. Unlike Joe, who was addicted to sex, he never had any sexual experience,
"there's nothing sexual about me".
When Joe asked him if he had any regrets, he said reluctantly: "It's just a little less fresh, not a lack of desire. I feel like I'm asexual."
It's been through Seligman In most of his long life, he has never experienced sexual pleasure. He lived like an ascetic, mercifully sailing in the sea of books, playing Beethoven, listening to Bach, fishing, reading, and collecting paintings to fill the loneliness in his heart.
He lived alone, had no children, and never had a family. He is a virgin, an empty nester. True solitude.
But this life is incomplete.
He also longed for that sensual enjoyment. This can be seen from his last behavior, he has not lost the ability to complete it.
Seligman also had sexual behavior (masturbation) when he was young, but according to him it didn't work. The readings related to sex are also literary masterpieces with religious flavors like "Canterbury Tales", "Ten Days" and "One Thousand and One Nights". Reading is not without joy, but it is only the joy that comes from reading.
When Joe tells his story of sex addiction, Seligman always thinks of something similar to Zeno's paradox (always chased but never satisfied), the difference between Catholicism and Orthodoxy, Wagner's "Rhine Gold", Nibel Heim, the blasphemous version of Jesus' apparition, the 39 lashes before Jesus' execution... Such topics seem to have nothing to do with Joe's story.
His comments, "This spontaneous orgasm is like a joke", "This kid is a satanic omen", "The part about J is so unreal, like it's made up." seems to have some rationality joke.
Joe's story no doubt stirred up deep waves in his heart. This woman's experience was more peculiar and wonderful than the literature he had read. He listened to her story with mixed feelings for her, both sympathetic and envious, her passion and bravery attracted him, and the breath of her body made him desire physically.
But Seligman thought that the woman who saw him as her "first and only" friend would save him from the loneliness of lack of libido, but he didn't expect that the other party had decided to quit his addiction and decided to change Oneself, transform oneself into the appearance accepted by society.
His betrayal of Joe was the end of his life.
Joe:
Loneliness has been with Joe since childhood. Her innate physical sensitivity sets her apart from her peers, wandering like a lone star, seldom recognized.
Joe rarely sleeps with a man more than once, probably because she knows she doesn't have the ability to have a second tryst and develop a stable relationship.
Just like leaving after the act is over, this is a very natural thing, leaving that body, leaving the man who just slept with her, this should be Joe's initial wish. Simply devoting yourself to some sensual feeling.
The phrase "Fill all my holes" comes up multiple times - all emptiness is for fulfillment, and for Joe, she needs sex to fill the void and find solace.
This physical addiction has become the greatest joy in Joe's life, and it has also brought her a nightmare that is hard to get rid of.
She said she was a "sexual outcast," a sexual outcast. It has also become a social heresy. She was just like the crooked-neck tree she saw on the mountain, savagely twisted and growing in a strange shape, but after shaking off its branches and leaves, she showed more and more her original appearance. Even though he has experienced the baptism of thunderstorms, he still lives alone on the deserted hills.
Joe hates being passively a sexual object. Just like the part with two black Africans having sex, joe is placed like an object, the two blacks don't care if joe is happy or not, but have been arguing in African language who should take more advantage, Which hole belongs to whom, and who will have more fun in which position. This disgusted her and left without mercy.
Joe also hates the hypocrisy in the so-called social mutual aid, modifying himself beyond recognition in order to integrate into the mainstream world.
She has tried to quit her idiosyncrasies. Remove anything that reminds her of sex as requested by the addiction team leader. The phone cord was cut, the books were thrown away, the washbasin, toilet brush, clip art, mirrors, all the furniture were sealed up, the mirrors were glued, and the windows were glued with newspaper to prevent sunlight from entering the house. Then lay alone in an empty room, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She just realized she couldn't do it. That innate quality of sex fanaticism is attached to her, as if it has become a part of her life. She couldn't deny it, crush it out of her body.
She accepts her own determination and presumptuousness. She accepts most of the unkind looks in the world.
She refuses to say that she is a passive "sex addict," instead actively admitting that she and others "not and never will be alike."
"I'm a nymphomaniac, and I love myself for being one. I love my cunt, and my filthy dirty lust."
"I realized that the society had no room for me, and I had no room for society and never had. "
My father told her: "The bare dead branches in winter are the soul of the tree. Just like the soul of a human being, there are normal souls, crazy souls, and twisted souls. It all depends on how people choose to live their lives."
After experiencing a series of joys and pains caused by loneliness and addiction, Joe finally found his own soul tree.
As pure as a grotesque tree without its leaves.
P: P's parents are dead, and her right ear is a little deformed, which also makes her more withdrawn. L said: "She's chosen a team sport, because she's lonely." So just give her a little sympathy or attention, and she can let go of you.
Joe decides to take a look at P, and she sees this little girl with a deformed right ear and a little awkward in her movements, who is trying to fit herself into the team, but she looks alone. The look of her lost eyes, her hands swaying helplessly, her hair down to cover her ears, touched Joe deeply. She couldn't help feeling pity.
Isn't this herself? Because traits that make oneself ashamed are considered heretical in the normal social order.
Joe couldn't help but come to cheer on P every weekend.
Perhaps for the first time, Joe has found someone who can accompany him. She brought P into her world just as her father led her as a child. Take her to see the bare dead branches in winter.
She took P to find their own soul tree.
She tied P's hair up and said that she looked beautiful with her ears exposed.
At this time, Joe was unable to carry out normal sexual activity because of the previous meat abuse, and experienced a series of "withdrawal syndromes": fever, convulsions. Thanks to P being by her side all the time,
this is my favorite emotion in the whole film, the emotion of two women. The outcasts of the two societies cherish each other, take care of each other and tolerate each other.
Joe molds the girl into his own image, and P becomes more and more like her, inheriting her bravery and cruelty. They comfort each other and fill each other's loneliness.
Although the ending P punished her with Joe's cruelty. But this emotion is still the most touching part of the whole story.
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