Life in this mortal realm can be tough. Most humans live in a state of near-total shut-down, beset on all sides by conflicting desires and pressures from the inner and outer world.
For example — humans, as mammals, are pretty much happiest when you are relaxing, getting plenty of sleep, plenty of exercise, and healthy doses of sex and nourishment.
Contrast this with the machine-like grind of capitalist work-a-day life, and the persistent Puritanical influences in pan-global culture, and I think you can pick up what I’m putting down.
Combine this with the truly manipulatively-designed propaganda we call advertising and…
There I was, snuggled into the arms of my new boyfriend, heart-eyes emoji beaming from my face.
“Do you want to stay?” I purr, looking up into his eyes.
He smiles wryly. He chuckles, “Ah, no I think I’m ready to go, this is getting kind of awkward.”
I feel the needle of his words scratch across the record of my psyche. All my inner-selves turn to look, like that awkward moment of silence at a party where someone gets caught saying just the wrong thing.
The mood was killed.
Sure, I could feel him wanting me, feel his arms…
The memories of my early years in this flesh-suit buzz with the unwelcome tingling of humiliation, mixed with the numb agony of shame, nauseatingly blurred by confusion and despair.
Don’t get me wrong, there were thrills, too: like making out with my little five-year-old boyfriend in the complete darkness of my bedroom closet as a kindergartener. But as you can well imagine, the shame-humiliation-confusion cocktail spilled forth as soon as his mother opened the door and found us.
Very apparently, this was not what she expected to find.
Life as a human has been full of incidents like this. That…
There’s no way around it: selling is sleazy.
It immediately invokes power dynamics with unsavory images. Hunters stalking prey. Greasy, pressure-y men with bad teeth and bad breath, cornering you in a tacky office full of stale air. Malignant advertising think-tanks, plotting to perfectly twang on the heartstrings and manipulate your impulses.
Yes, selling is seen as so evil that the Devil Himself is a salesman, always looking to get the better end of the bargain.
Selling is sleazy because it requires confronting some pervasive social taboos. To sell well, you have to be willing to do things that most…
So I was sitting there, Mid-August, at the picnic table in the backyard, with the sun-dappled shade kissing the steam rising from my milky coffee.
Had it been another season or setting, despair might have set in. But, as it happened, my sister was with me and her jocular, upbeat positivity kept my inner ship steering towards optimism.
I had told her about my experiences with Tinder. They were mostly bad, though redeemed through comedy. …
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