As one of the men "who experience it while rolling around in the dirt and the mud and the blood, fighting outside a bar." I don't know that I find it "more erotic than sex." But will certainly acknowledge the pleasures to be had therein.
One thing that people seem to miss is that pain releases endorphins. It just does. It doesn't matter what kind of pain, but those endorphins are powerful and addictive. Similar to an adrenaline junky, there are endorphin junkies. As both I can testify to that.
Having experienced that pain pleasure line in the above situations of sex and violence I can tell you that is part of the line for me. A little pain sharpens the intensity.
If you'd like to get into the most taboo part of this I would say it is the strange joy of losing a fight. That would seem to be the ultimate taboo to me, analogous to the receptive partner in a homosexual encounter. The joy of being dominated isn't just for women.
There is also male bonding that results from a fight. I've made several deep friends from fighting. Of the sort that seem closer, more "intimate" than typical male friendships.
There is the build up to the fight- Foreplay-chest thumping Crashing into each other The struggle for domination The release The "post coital" shame or bliss. The shame sometimes from revealing too much to someone, the bliss from the "You hit hard, let me buy you a beer!"
Another aspect is a fight partner so to speak. The same guys who fight each other over and over again. Eyebrows raised "why do you hate him so much?"
There's a joy of fighting that many people mistake as hate. They've tied violence to hate, but hate interferes with your ability to think, clouds judgement. Hate and violence aren't necessary bedfellows. Indeed the most dangerous people I know enjoy a fight. They view it more as a predator prey relationship. Cats don't hate mice. They are excited by them. The joy of a predator taking down a larger prey is very real too. I caution people that it isn't necessarily hate to look out for. Flat affect during an adrenaline dump is a worrying sign. Those are people who can think in the midst of the most potent drugs the human body can dump into the system. "I didn't come here to talk I came to fight."
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One thing that people seem to miss is that pain releases endorphins. It just does. It doesn't matter what kind of pain, but those endorphins are powerful and addictive. Similar to an adrenaline junky, there are endorphin junkies. As both I can testify to that.
Having experienced that pain pleasure line in the above situations of sex and violence I can tell you that is part of the line for me. A little pain sharpens the intensity.
If you'd like to get into the most taboo part of this I would say it is the strange joy of losing a fight. That would seem to be the ultimate taboo to me, analogous to the receptive partner in a homosexual encounter. The joy of being dominated isn't just for women.
There is also male bonding that results from a fight. I've made several deep friends from fighting. Of the sort that seem closer, more "intimate" than typical male friendships.
There is the build up to the fight-
Foreplay-chest thumping
Crashing into each other
The struggle for domination
The release
The "post coital" shame or bliss. The shame sometimes from revealing too much to someone, the bliss from the "You hit hard, let me buy you a beer!"
Another aspect is a fight partner so to speak. The same guys who fight each other over and over again. Eyebrows raised "why do you hate him so much?"
There's a joy of fighting that many people mistake as hate. They've tied violence to hate, but hate interferes with your ability to think, clouds judgement. Hate and violence aren't necessary bedfellows. Indeed the most dangerous people I know enjoy a fight. They view it more as a predator prey relationship. Cats don't hate mice. They are excited by them. The joy of a predator taking down a larger prey is very real too. I caution people that it isn't necessarily hate to look out for. Flat affect during an adrenaline dump is a worrying sign. Those are people who can think in the midst of the most potent drugs the human body can dump into the system. "I didn't come here to talk I came to fight."
I don't often get to share that aspect of myself.