| Foreword The thought that there is anything fresh and innovative to say of Lucas Heffer's seminal work at the vanguard of pseudoerotic peripheries is not only plausible, it is expected. In point of fact, Mr. Heffer's analytical forays into the more bizarre aspects of the libidinal tendencies of we primates have never been more relevant, more immediate. The untimely demise of INXS lead singer Michael Hutchence in 1997 by an apparent auto-erotic asphyxiation mishap only confers validity on, and further illuminates, this most exalted and preeminent Freudian disciple�s theories (Yet he does not even smoke cigars...intriguing, no?) Secondly, I cite that most traumatic and formative of our collective modern malaise...the milieu of the First World War. Was it not Lucas Heffer who initially contended that this sanguinary slaughter originated directly from Victorian libidinal suppressions? Millions of men pouring into the embrace of an open trench borne into the fertile earth...Dominating and subduing the "enemy" with a pointed blade...Literally shooting potent phallus-shaped objects to explode in a paroxysm of liquid fire...And do I have to mention the Oedipal desire to return to the womb and subsequently impregnate the mother with the Self that is insinuated by men in cockpits of planes or confined to a claustrophobic tank? Mr. Heffer has pioneered the very synopsis of contemporary sexual thought, in fact I praise this essay as the single culminating document of any nature since the Kama Sutra...the pinnacle of man's knowledge and the very pits of his despair. As of now, Lucas Heffer lives as a recluse in upstate New York, to where tens of students make a pilgrimage each decade. Matthew D. Holm, 2002 |