There is something transgressive here, but it isn’t immediately revealed. It's taboo. It conjures painful goosebumps just by imagining it, and churns feelings of disgust deep inside your gut when encountering taboos on a daily basis. Therefore, taboo is like a safety device that supports reality. But it often turns over and reveals hidden things. The astonishment of what is revealed is often manifests physiologically (with vomiting or sobbing) and turning our heads away with guilt that stems from unknown places. However, because it never truly disappears forever, someone has to reveal it over and over. Therefore, where there is taboo, there will inevitably be suppressed desire.1 It is a desire to reveal what is hidden, a desire soon to be revealed, if not already hidden. Have you ever secretly imagined facing something lost?

As long as the comforts of paradise, that is, the order in which taboos work, and the fear of wilderness, which is the punishment of expulsion that follows violation, are sharply opposed, the taboo has been there largely as taboo. Like the Crusaders blessed by a god singing the command “You Shall Not Murder,”2 order is another face of violence that compels obedience to oneself by taking the violence of unclean desire prevented by taboos. Even in the most altruistic order of a rational society, we know that it comes from a ruthless contract that operates through cruel punishment (exclusion to society or physical punishment) for violating an ideal. Order sustains reality, but humans in paradise must live subordinate to order. This is because there is a threat of fear outside of comfort. So, a comfortable life in reality is no different from a life that conforms to the tyranny of order which seeks to alienates desires (if that desire exists as an inevitable part of us).

Today, however, the order seems more interested in encouraging our desires than in alienating them. It is an order in which carrots are in hand that make you conform without knowing whether to comply, instead of the whip forces compliance. In this up-to-date paradise, it is a model citizen who enjoys pleasure and produces unimaginable desires. This is because the production of desires is now the ultimate production.3 Even if we do not cross the taboo line in search of forbidden desires, unimaginable desires are created. The thin and flimsy simulacra of horror (a prison tour, tour of an abandoned building, a BDSM camp) make it such that even the suffering of the wilderness can be enjoyed when more stimulation (capital) is provided. The secret and dark (or sublime and sacred) romantic spot of imagining disappears outside of paradise. It is a loss (a sin) not to diligently expand the territory to cultivate more pleasure. The pursuit of pleasure and the punishment of pain are busy indulging in stimulation as if not following the guilt of original sin. The weight of the original sin following pleasure and the noble weight of the cross carried by pain no longer seems to be known.

The borders of paradise are filled with miners who excavate pleasure. In this paradise, things are reduced to the levels of pain and pleasure, and exists as soft and rough stimuli, sweet and cool stimuli, comfortable stimuli, and stimuli that dilate blood vessels. Pain become a joy to be used as extreme, thrill, horror, and slapstick, rather than something to endure and overcome or avoid and escape. The pain that disappears in a society of extreme positivity can be experienced in television shows where people join the Marine Corps, or backwoods adventures and survival reality shows. The Eros of pain and pleasure is not something deep that cannot be said, but is accommodated in the economy of thin pleasure, packaged in a kit of leather clothes, whips, handcuffs and chastity belts. The maxim4  that “whatever does not destroy me makes me stronger” is turned into the advertisement slogan: "whatever does not destroy me makes me more pleasurable.”

In the subterranean space here, there is a dungeon of sadism and masochism created by the fantasy of Huh, Need-you. This is a paradise occupied by gods who carry carrot and by decadent snakes, where obsceneness and divinity have been inverted and even the masochists' humiliation has been transferred into the pleasure of all positivity. The slave bound by the black device proudly enjoys the pleasure of taboos while grabbing his butt with his hands to open the anus. An anus that excretes words and not feces, and which hangs in a public prison. This overly clever hole speaks of a revolution that will stop oppression of the anus and give birth to post-human being who are able to receive ultimate pleasures through the anus. There is no room for obscenity as a traditional taboo in the logical debate of this anus. (logic is the nature of order). Genitals, nipples, mouth, anus, hands, and feet are all connected to tools of restraint, betraying a human body (the weight of humanity) that blooms forth as objects of the masochists’ body throughout the iron bars.

The designer of the dungeon (Huh, Need-you) has broken out of the fantasy castle (the utopia of assholes)5 that he had built for himself over the past year. He has abandoned his role as a martyr and shaman and emerged weightless. Contemporary life, which has abandoned the sacred, meets on the horizons of Pornotopia just like contemporary artist who has removed the protrusions of an insect penis in order to create the ultimate dildo6, or the music video of a rapper who shakes her ass while reciting a naked poem about the wet place7. Pornotopia is a post-human8 utopia and dystopia in which eyes, ears, mouth, genitals, the endocrine and nervous systems are all connected to pleasure machines (media, pornography, Viagra, condoms, etc.) for the production of orgasmic energy9 . There is no tragedy of what has been lost, and there is no fear of what is to be lost.

Now, imagine the red and blue pills in your hand while in front of the prison exit. Pick up the blue pill and you will go back to prison and will not wake from the Pornotopia dream. Choose the red pill and you will open the door and enter the back of the empty stage. In the dark garage, the light of paradise your eyes, hands, mouth, genitals, and anus disappear. It is a primordial paradise before where the order of God without mercy tests the limits of pleasure. In the dark, this masochist tells of the experience of being naked while facing the fear of eternal exile. 

One night while the artist/Huh, Need-you was trapped by a man in the trunk of a car without any proscribed role, contract, agreement, no predictable anything, he experienced the extreme fear of being alone in the wilderness, the loss of his name, job, family, and the safety net of society. That night, he faced himself outside the boundaries of paradise. In that desert, he confronts the fear of his true fantasies (to be permanently bound, to exist as an object that has lost its subjectivity) that were obscured by the role-play of S&M play. He experiences an extreme ecstasy that he has never tasted before. It is experienced as real violence outside the structure of safe play that can transform taboos into small tools of pleasure. A place from where he cannot return, a paradise of pleasures where he cannot return, the future of no return, and freedom of no return…

Paradoxically he says, all the hidden senses of the body were alive at the moment when all these possibilities were considered blocked. And since then, he has traced the sensorial memories of that day, longing for the possibility of full-blown pleasure behind the impossibility of taboo, perhaps searching inside and outside. This is all because he had realized that above thin infinite pleasure there is a pleasure of greater transgression, and that after greater fear, there is greater pleasure.

I ask you again, after returning from the garage, do you imagine that can secretly abolish taboos and venture into the wilderness to face something lost? Not everyone needs to swallow the red pill. This is because Pornotopia, which expands at a terrifying rate, provides desires ranging from the predictable to unimaginable desires all within the safety and comfort of an ideal utopia. Even extreme fear and sublime when confronted within it are experienced as mythological stories that are organized as similar experiences of the sublime provided here (simulacra in the wilderness safely produced with institutional support).

There may be something more than pleasure when one encounters wonder, but no one can tell whether it is pleasure or pain, or an unknown realm where even pleasure and pain do not exist. However, that is the secret of constantly making taboos mysterious, the intrinsic temptation thrown by violations of taboos, and the inner truth hidden in every epidermis. For that reason, while wandering the border, didn’t you fly secretly through the forbidden abyss in the imagination of violation? Therefore, you may have to continue dreaming of violations in order not to become a dry mummy while climbing the reward stairs in the desert of desolate reality. This is because the possibility of choice is the last reward left for us who live as slaves of order and the inevitable darkness that makes the comfort of reality shine.
 
The greater the abandonment, the greater the reward and the more certain10.


 
1Gilles Deleuze Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty ‘Freud resolved the paradox by showing that the renunciation of instinctual gratification is not the product of conscience, but on the contrary that conscience itself is born of such renunciation. … In Lacan's words, the law is the same as repressed desire.’
2Bataille Georges Erotism: Death and Sensuality ‘It is not only the great variety of their subjects but also a certain illogicality that makes it difficult to discuss taboos. Two diametrically opposed views are always possible on any subject. There exists no prohibition that cannot be transgressed. Often the transgression is permitted, often it is even prescribed. We feel like laughing when we consider the solemn commandment "Thou shalt not kill" followed by a blessing on armies and the Te Deum of the apotheosis. No beating about the bush: murder is connived at immediately. after being banned! The violence of war certainly betrays the God of the New Testament, but it does not oppose the God of Armies of the Old Testament in the same way.’
 3AI's customized advertising, which recognizes and embodies desires that have not yet been aware of, maximizes the bulk of productivity by constantly raising the potential possibility of desire to the surface of the economy.
4Friedrich Nietzsche Twilight of the Idols: Maxims and Arrows ‘8. Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.’
5Dew Kim Why Did Ishtar Go To The Underworld?, Kiss of Chaos, Fire and Faggot, Latrinxia: A New Utopia and others.
6Joey Holder The Evolution of the Spermalege 
 7Cardi B WAP
 8Since the middle of the 20th century, we have been living in the era of this post, so the name needs to be revised.
 9Beatrice Preciado Pornotopia 
10Gilles Deleuze Masochism: Coldness and Cruelty 

References

• [비평] 포르노토피아에서 
  [Critique] In Pornotopia)