When I was 14, I took a tour of a cave. Inside the cave was a hole. The tour guide said that hole went 1,000 feet underground. At the bottom of the hole was a pond. In that pond there were thousands of tiny fish that lived off of the natural vegetation/mold/whatthefuckever. And the fish. The fish were blind. And clear. Because they had no reason to see anything. And because their flesh had nothing to hide. And they knew nothing of me, 1,000 feet above. Wearing sneakers and giving a damn.Show Less
Don't miss this: "In his essay on creativity and la petite mort—the French idiom for orgasm–Roland Barthes described literature as a staircase without ending, “…the work is never anything but the metabook (the temporary commentary) of a work to come which, not being written, becomes the work itself…”"Show Less
LET'S GET REAL:
i wonder how people today, who have grown up in the era of moving porn, use (consciously or not) the idea of an externalized viewpoint as part of their sexual practices...Show Less
"a paraphilia in which sexual arousal and orgasm are contingent upon displaying one's self in a live show, i.e., being observed performing on stage or on camera."
The tough kids roll their eyes, but the aren't-so sigh in melancholic nostalgia for a time when Chloe's words might've meant something to their now-black holes of self esteem.Show Less