marking my territory

It seems, with time, simple acts of expression have been broken down into evolutionary hang overs by my own inadvertant analysis.

I like biting people. Not in a werewolf, vampure suck you dry of blood way, but in a manner that changes meaning everytime the desire manifests. Yet, it seems to me, biting is what the most obvious explanations would say.

Possibly in the days without sophisticated language (in comparison to grunts and guttral sound), physical acts like biting a beloved and leaving a mark would say to them what, possibly dedicating a song would say to a person of this time. The act of biting would not just be a method of revealing desire in itself, but express feelings when language was readily available and the residual mark would show others that this one is taken.

And in the more sexual acts, the act of biting again has an animalistic edge to it. It seems that the pleasure that one feels while or after being bitten by a lover might have been the result of some cumulative selection that would ensure continuity in an otherwise painful act. Imagine wanting to make love after nursing a painful bite.

My own primitive assumptions. Yet when I think of the desire to bite, isolated from its sexual expression, it seems to be almost like a lingering motor habit from a time when biting would be the one tool that was then replaced by knifes, forks, saws, sciscors, needles and other pointed objects. Almost like a teething child, aching to assuage the tinglng pain, adults biting could just be acting on some ancient motor skill.

Back in the day, and I mean, way back in the day, grinding teeth might also keep them sharp and the ensuing noise might be used to tell an opponent that you were feeling threatened and planned to respond to the threat violently. So perhaps, my sudden urges to bite someone I love might not be as random an urge as I always assumed it to be!