Date: 2006-01-09 07:54 pm (UTC)
It all happened so naturally, it's hard to pinpoint.

It had something to do with Jean Baudrillard, best known for his formulation of the notion of hyperreality, and in particular hyperreality in the United States. According to Baudrillard, America has constructed itself a world that is more 'real' than real, and where those inhabiting it are obsessed with timelessness, perfection, and objectification of the self. Furthermore, authenticity has been replaced by copy (thus reality is replaced by a substitute), and nothing is "real," though those engaged in the illusion are incapable of seeing it. Instead of having experiences, people observe spectacles, via real or metaphorical control screens. Instead of the real, we have simulation and simulacra.

But really, things tended to unfold as they should. We communicate. She is able to pry thoughts and feelings out of me like no one else ever has been able to do, but more often than not, doesn't have to pry. We have wild weasel sex. She's the kindest person I ever met, challenges me, and believes in me.
This account has disabled anonymous posting.
(will be screened)
(will be screened)
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting

Profile

scottopic: (Default)
scottopic

August 2017

S M T W T F S
   12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930 31  

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 14th, 2025 07:42 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios