Intimate Relations in Cyberspace
S’got such a supple wrist. . .
. . .He ain’t got no distractions
Can’t hear those buzzers and bells,
Don’t see lights a flashin’”
–- P. Townsend
One’s mouth is a useful organ; with it you eat and sometimes breathe. Useful for sex, too, I hear. It’s also a sense organ and the only one that’s a two-for-one; it’s the receptive organ of taste, and a generative organ of sound. With it you can scream.
The “Blogosphere” is not that far out into cyber-space. It’s here in my room, on my monitor, I can touch it. If you scream here, people could still hear you. That is, if they can be bothered.
As a blogger, do I care if anybody’s out there? If they are listening?
Sometimes yes: I‘m saying, ‘this I believe.’ which leads to the questions; do you believe it too? Or not? Are either, or neither, of us right? I hope for an answer.
And sometimes no: It’s also a therapy — “Vie gehen Sie, Herr Dr. Blogg?” — simply a way to get something off you chest, cheaper than a shrink and, in my experience, as effective. Sorry Dr. Blogg.
There is no body language in cyberspace like there is in the “Carnalsphere.” In a blog you can’t see if fellow bloggers couldn’t care less. No eye contact either. No attractive other clearly not attracted; a glance emptying, a gaze gone as quickly as it appeared.
But there could be “I” contact if it wasn’t all about me.
I was thinking about adding the “See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.” quote also from “Tommy” but I decided against it, as it seems a bit pretentious, even for me.