ORIGINAL FICTION: "On Sex and Violence" by Keith Hamilton Cobb

“Making love”… While no Nietzschean ever tends to use that Human euphemism, my grandfather, Temujin II, would say that no man is to be trusted who doesn’t subsist on a steady diet of sex and violence as well. Of course, from a Nietzschean perspective, no man is to be trusted regardless, but why waste a perfectly valid turn of phrase for the sake of a technicality? My grandfather, whom I admired, was a bit of a Dragonian lunatic, if I may use it as a term of endearment; a less extreme incarnation of his old namesake, Temujin I. Which is to say that a greater than average portion of his adult life was spent fighting and procreating; for Nietzscheans, the most inevitable if not the most pragmatic of life’s endeavors. And so, to him, to most of us, it has never made sense to create language around them meant, it seems, only to somehow civilize their primal nature. The Human will ceaselessly put forth the proposition that sex and violence are not inextricably linked, and, in fact, they may not be for him because he kills and copulates for many various and sundry odd reasons that the Nietzschean, generally speaking, does not. If the two are not connected in the Nietzschean mind, he at least is always able to recognize the common, single goal that they both serve – furtherance – furtherance of race, of self. In the same way that they are bred to kill efficiently, Nietzschean mates don’t tend to lie together without producing an offspring. I imagine that such couplings have occurred for the simple pleasure of it, but none of which I’ve been aware. While I see no harm, and perhaps some slight value in sexual gratification for its own sake, it is evident to me that the pleasure factor is simply a tool of procreation. Add to that the ninety-some-odd percent likelihood of conception that results from Nietzschean intercourse and the whole mechanism is, as has been said, extremely efficient indeed. Alright then, so Nietzschean sex has a purposefulness to it that the common eye has often tended to perceive as violent. But to call it such is just as inappropriate as to call it “making love”. We might call it, “very deliberately making babies,” perhaps. Love, however, after all the matters of business are concluded, tends to manifest on its own, and then, most often it is a thing that men do.

My father, I’ve no doubt whatever, loved my mother deeply. My mother, with the utmost respect, I’m sure, very purely and simply found him no more and no less than useful. The Nietzschean woman, with very few exceptions, is, in the selection of her mate, solely about the business of making genetically superior children, again, for the furtherance of the pride, and most specifically for the furtherance of the bloodline from which she springs. The Nietzschean men, through most of adulthood, are engaged in generally violent competitive practices with one another, or more often with the environment at large, which will exhibit their superior qualities to the discerning eyes of potential mates. It is important to remain aware that it is not as though the young male needs to look far to find an environment prepared to challenge him. The angry and hostile universe waits just outside the womb, and its conspiring elements are more than ready always to step up and put his survivalist traits to the test. They are ready long before he is, and yet, he is seldom given the opportunity to grow prior to being expected to stand on his own and war. And so it is often quite inadvertent, the ways in which the superior come to be displayed; the darlings of natural selection. Thus the woman, not infrequently, can simply sit back and wait to observe whom happenstance offers up.

Once she has made her choice, purely upon these grounds, the process of procreation ensues quickly. From this point, it is the singularity of purpose of the Nietzschean couple that makes this all appear so unemotional. Truly it is not; only unsentimental, and perhaps urgent. The woman remains the power broker throughout the course of the relationship. In the throws of sex the whole