The Orgasm That Made You

Every single human being alive came into this world because of one thing: a male orgasm. No mystery there, no need to sugar-coat it, no room for euphemism. We all know it. But what gets ignored is what’s happening in the mind right before that moment — what you’re thinking about.

Everyone’s heard the tired line: "Men think about baseball to hold it off." Funny. But that’s the point — you hold off the thought to hold off the climax. Because when the thought hits, and it aligns with the right friction, boom — creation. An idea triggers an orgasm. Not always a deep idea, sure — could be fantasy, porn, a fleeting image. But it’s still a thought.

Now let’s get serious.

If an orgasm can create a child — can literally spark a soul into existence — then the thought that causes that orgasm is holy. I’m not saying noble, or pure, or tidy. I’m saying sacred, in the oldest, rawest sense of the word. We’re talking about the moment of transfer, the ignition of a chain reaction that ends with someone breathing, learning, laughing, crying, dying.

That single, fire-starting thought? It's the key.

It’s a private prayer. A whisper to the universe. A coded message from mind to body, to time itself.

And if that’s true, then every single one of us was born from a thought-triggered miracle — maybe messy, maybe unplanned, maybe divine, maybe dirty, maybe violent. But the sequence is universal: mind → thought → friction → release → life.

Porn hijacks that. It puts imagery in your head that doesn't belong to your life. It manufactures desire from pixels and edits, creating false idols for your mind to worship in the temple of climax. But even then — even through stolen images — the thought is yours. That final click, that scene you hold in your mind to tip you over the edge — that’s your key. No matter where you got it.

So here’s the sacred, unsaid truth:
The thought that allows the orgasm is the Genesis spark.
It may not be beautiful. But it is real.
And that realness is what started your life.

Maybe it’s time we start thinking about what we think about — because the next soul might ride in on that wave.