Chapter 43 Section 3 The American second master who enjoys masochism

Jem is a Hispanic chef with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a hunchback.He voluntarily went to a drug rehabilitation center because he was suffering from drugs.According to the procedures, the drug rehabilitation center introduced him to the Fifth Avenue Psychotherapy Center for psychotherapy.Unlike other drug addicts, Jem was a popular cook who had given up voluntarily, so once he was done he didn't have to worry about having a job.In the rehab center, Jem was also a respected poet. It is said that on the eve of Valentine's Day, Jem wrote more than 40 love poems for his drug friends, and charged one dollar each. A small fortune.

"What are we talking about? Actually, I don't have any problems. I'm normal. I entered the drug rehab center voluntarily. This is unique in our center." Jem said to me with a smile. "Then let's not talk about drug rehabilitation, let's talk about other things." I pushed the boat along. "There's nothing else to talk about." Jem still sat there giggling. "Why don't you talk about your relationship with women?" I gave him direction. "Woman! Fun." Jem wriggled.Apparently the woman touched a nerve in Jem. "You play with women?"

"I just love playing with married women." "why?" "Because it's exciting." "The excitement of being raped by a woman's husband?" "By the way, I like the thrill of being caught at any time." "Aren't you afraid of being beaten?" "I'm not afraid of being beaten. I was always beaten by my father when I was a child. In fact, I have been looking forward to that exciting moment. Unfortunately, my husbands of those women never showed up." "If your woman is willing to give up her husband and grow old with you, would you be willing?"

"Then I don't want it. If that woman divorces, I'll say goodbye to her right away. There's no excitement. What's the point? " "Do you only have one woman, or do you keep in touch with several women at the same time?" "How enjoyable is one?" Jem said with a naive smile: "There are several advantages to playing with married women. If I fuck them, I get paid back; if I fuck them, I don't have to be responsible. Because they invited me Fuck, I fucked them and they treated me well." "Like your mother?" "Yes, they are all like my mother. In fact, they are all much older than me."

From the above conversation between me and Jem, I already have a general understanding of his problem.But I was still trying to understand Jem's inner thoughts, so I asked, "Jem, what do you think is the reason for the way you behave sexually?" "I like adventure. When I was young, if I was unhappy, I would climb to the chimney on the roof and sit there alone facing the sky. I sometimes imagined myself as a bird flying in the endless sky .Later I joined the army and signed up as a paratrooper. Every time I jumped out of the sky, I was inexplicably excited as if I had an orgasm, so when I have sex with women, I like that sense of adventure.”

"Why do you like this sense of adventure? I mean you liked it when you were a kid." I quietly guided Jem to psychoanalysis. "I just like that, and I don't know why." Still Jem smiled silly. "Jem, your adventures are basically ones of escape. Instead of provoking, you wait. You're always waiting for a punishment to come, based on doing something you've done. Things you want to do but are forbidden." "What's that?" Jem still didn't quite catch what I meant. "In your subconscious mind, one of the risky things you've always wanted to do is have sex with your mother. But you know you're going to be punished severely by your father, so when you're in a bad mood, you climb up the chimney, and the chimney In fact, it is also a symbol of the penis. When you become an adult, your subconscious impulse has not been satisfied in a normal sexual relationship, so you choose to have sex with older married women.”

"It's really a big pile of shit." Jem used this colloquial expression to express his surprise at what I was analyzing.He couldn't help laughing, and I laughed too.I used simple psychoanalysis to help this American "Second Master" understand the inner psychological motivation of what he did. American old man dreaming of becoming a tertiary movie star Queco, an old American man, suffers from hypersexuality. When he was young, sex was the most important theme in his life.He couldn't sleep if he didn't sleep with a woman any day.Even walking on the street, Quicko couldn't suppress the sexual thoughts in his mind.

"When I'm walking on the street, sometimes I don't dare to raise my head, because whenever I see a beautiful woman, I want to have sex with them." Qui-Koppi, who wore a pigtail, said with a smile. "You are already 70 years old, are you still as powerful as you were then?" "Well, my body is 70 years old, but my heart is only 35 years old." "This is a pair of insoluble contradictions." "Yeah. When I was strong back then, how many women did I have to fuck in a day. The little thing in my crotch seems to be never satisfied." When Que Ke said this, his expression was complicated, and he didn't know it was pride. Still lament.

"Then what have you gained? Did you satisfy your physical pleasure, or your spiritual hunger?" To my question, which is not difficult to answer, Queco paused and said, "To be honest, I don't know what it feels like. In fact, when I'm with a woman, I'm very numb." "You mean you don't get physical pleasure from sex, but numbness?" "How should I put it, of course I have pleasure, but that's not what I want. I just want to be with women, squeeze them, ravage them, ravage them, and enslave them." Suddenly, there was a gleam in Kui Ke's eyes. fierce light.

I noticed the fierce light and specifically pointed out: "Quicko, I see a breath of hatred in your eyes. Do you get the pleasure you want from sexual violence against women?" I want to know Queco Whether it is a sadist. "You think I'm a sadist! I never hit women, I only let women hit me." Qui-Ko sighed. "Have you ever been sexually abused as a child?" Hearing my straightforward question, Qui-Ko stayed there for a while without making a sound.I waited quietly, as the seconds passed, Qui-Ko began to talk to himself: "Wet and sticky, bad smell, a pile of thatch, my head was buried in that wet thatch, she used Her huge hand is on my head and I have nowhere to go, like a little rooster stuck in a swamp, trying to get out of there but unable to. I keep dreaming that I'm flying out of there like a bird , but every time I stop to rest. I find that I am back there again." Queco told me the sexual abuse he suffered in childhood in a symbolic language, and I naturally didn't need to force him to speak clearly the specific meaning of his words.

Quicko stopped after talking to himself for a while, and his face returned to that old hippie look: "Do you know what I regret the most?" "I'm very interested to hear what you have to say." I put on a sincere look. "I regret that I was born 35 years earlier. If I am only 35 years old now, I will definitely become a tertiary film star. Not only will I not have to worry about not having women every day, but I can also use my super strong sex drive to make a lot of money." When Qui-Ko said the words "make a lot of money", his eyes lit up. "Old and strong, what's the matter." I also naturally hippie. "Hey, it's useless, who would pay to see my old face now." Qui-Ko laughed out loud after he finished speaking, and I laughed too, the laughter of both of them was a bit silly.