Identity ???

What's your position on another person's identity? Now! Please, if you will, walk around as if this new you -new skin - is being adapted by someone whom you really wish to be happy, like someone whom you love. Did you allow for any individual expression to form from within this identity, or is this new identity of yours for others a bit fucked up as the identity that you carry around for yourself? Please! Are you comfortable with your own opportunities for self actualization, or do you wish to slip into this new identity that you are offering up for others? Think about the new projections that might form from this new identity. What I mean to say is: are you really ready to have yourself cloned? You know! Every where you go, you find yourself; all of the baggage that you have been repressing -for who knows why- is in your face hoping that you will recognize this truth about your latent sexual identity because everything in life is sexual. If it is not sexual, it is not life. It is not that every thing you do is sexual, it is a simple matter of social intercourse. For example, you always wanted to be a dancer but your family thought that being a dancer might be misunderstood by others so they made you become a "jock" who is expected to run steady on into the status quo? What kind of an identity will it manifest? When your mind says I'm into allowing for differences, the "jock" says, them against me, zero sum. Side Bar: OK! The question is -how will the Identity identify with others?  You have a unique opportunity to express fairness amongst others as you form this new Identity's pathway. How would you interpret the actions of others without discerning first what you do not know, for otherwise you would not have judged. How do you set this mindset into this new Identity that you have the privilege to form?
 

Sailing seagulls

Seagulls! I am going to the Caribbean on a sailing vacation, in and out of the local haunts to treat my senses to another pathway, the way of the Islands. I'm getting the fuck out of town, if you know what I mean. Charleston is now inundated with outsiders playing about as if they were in La La Land. They are the short -timers. To them, Charleston is their stage of opportunity; they are into their own pleasure; that's why the short -timers are there; it is "the place" because it makes a great stage to play on. I'm wishing them all the best. But for me, I'm getting out of town. I'm going to have a "light libation" for the next 21 days. I'm so thrilled to be able to free myself; I never imbibe in the USA. I have to leave the country; than it is OK to trickle, twirl, and swirl the pleasures of imbibing the spirits that be. I will free my self from old assumptions; I'm stepping onto the Island's stage performing in my own metamorphosis. It's my attitude and my scenes that will touch, taste, and toy with the Island's spirits. However they come at me, I will welcome them with open arms. This is the time to discern previously unseen patterns allowing one's imagination unfettered exploration. "You cannot get there from here." Updike understood the haunting sound of the Island's spirit. You cannot ever get anywhere from here because you have to go to some other place first to get directions and than maybe you too will get lost on your way to getting there. Now! There is always a prelude to the opening act on opening night- my luggage, not my emotional baggage. It can only be 62 linear inches and not more than 40 pounds. Plus! My backpack is considered as part of my total luggage limitations; beyond this, there is an extra charge. I want to sail with the Seagull; they -the air lines- want to nickel and dime me after they promised me that there way was my way; but, I think what they meant was that I want it their way but of course I could always drive; there is the highway. I heard it before:  "It's my way or the highway" which will it be?       

Centipede

If you decided to follow a single path, you too become the Centipede. It is only when you choose your own direction that you fuck up the Centipede. Yes! Stop and be in your moment's time and space. These are your eyes to observe the truth; this is your validation, your observation of the differences between your observation and your action. Therefore you cannot walk lock step with others under the dilettantes cape. For if you do, you miss out on your own formation, self actualization. So if this Dilettante's dogma is couched in history, and always has been, and not questioned, then the Centipede is driving the car and you are -as in Googles's world- a passenger. You get to see what the Centipede observes as the Centipede crawls along its historical pathway. For example, when I reflect upon myself, I find that when I was young, I was stupid. Now that I'm old; I am just forgetful; this is an easier position to occupy in society. Why! Well if you did not follow the Centipede, then you have many failures to express to others as a wonderful learning experience. Because of your failures, you have reflective memories to share with others. You become the Delphi when you have a story to tell; this vicarious relationship between peoples of various perspectives brings unique taste buds to the table. Think! How tasty will your life be if you become one of the legs of the Centipede? What will your legacy be? Yes! You could be the best leg the Centipede ever had, but you would have to be in lockstep with the rest of the legs, no individual you. You would have to be the shining star without wonder of who you could be. You could never throw off the yoke of History because you would not have any of your own history to reflect upon and use as a foundation to propel your self forward. Maybe you will fall into the very fire of damnation that the Dilettante preached to you about. All I can add to the mix is that if you are the leg than you can never be the pathway for others.      

the lie!

Yes indeed, it did happen to me too. Craig's List sent me a false positive: its name was "just-me." Liar Liar, your soul is on fire. You crushed my lust just like the mean old men in prison crushed my sense of what is natural when it comes to jail house sexuality. Yes! You care only for self gratification. I come to you looking to find out what could be; you abuse my spirit with your lackadaisical sleaze. Your approach to my comfort lacks the wisdom of yesterday's discernment. My parish priest was right on about the devil's true intentions. Shakespeare once said, "to be or not to be, that is the question." What is to "be" is me; for, I am on the "list."  Now I say to you, Craig's List, you are unfaithful, undeserving of my folly into the realm of the internet. You crushed my lust for the secret of Pandora's box. Granted, I will admit that I'm looking for "kink" in all the wrong places. Just like when I was a young man growing up in Boston, Ma; believe it our not, I use to go into the "titty bars" to shoot pool and be entertained by the exotic dancers. And -you know- my parish priest would tell me in the confessional booth that those "titty bars" are the places where the devil hangs out. Now I really know where the devil is handing about. That is right, the devil is lurking under false pretenses as -casual encounters- in the personals on Craig's list. This is where the old men and some young women go to tantalize each other. Yes, I remember going to the movies when I was a young man. One movie in particular, "The Music Man" reaffirmed what my parish priest said about pool halls. Yes! I'm saying that the "casuals encounters" section of Craigs list is as devious as the pool halls of yesterday. The "lie" is in; the fix is just like shooting up the juice of your own imagination. Because you can not think that women from the "titty bar" generation are any thing like the woman which you bring before the parish priest on your wedding day. The same goes for the impersonators from "casual encounters."

Setting the stage

The four corners of law: church, federal, state and judicial play out on the corners of Broad st. and Meeting st. in downtown Charleston, SC. This is not ethical in any sense of the word; it is also true, it does not profess to be ethical. It is a function of Government to sway its constituents in more or less manner as a reward for conforming to the status quo. These are symbols to Power's ethos.  Because it is the thriving to attain power that perpetuates the thriving for it. The constituents, on the other hand, couch this process as if common knowledge could keep it in check. Now!  What the fuck could be so common as common knowledge when they have all the resources, and, you have none of them. The world as seen through the eye's of the elite is zero sum, or -more or less. They have more;  you have less. If you were their equal, you would have to be one of them; otherwise, you are not one of them -so please get back in line. It is said in casting, if the scene is set to a rainy day, the extra is out in the rain for the entire time it takes to shoot the seen. The little people -on the set- are said to be crouch sniffers; you might mill that over in your mind's eye. Napoleon would have been a monster of a little person. Yes you would be having a Napoleonic complex from the mind of a little person -a crouch snifter. Fucking A! This is what I think is so funny: when I was growing up, life was bifurcated between man and woman. It was supposed to be equal but woman are a lot smarter than man; anyway, the four "corners" of law have set new positions for equal distribution. For example, homosexual male, lesbian woman, male cross dresser, male transgender, bisexual male, bisexual female, as well as a woman wanting to be a male; but, I can not possibly fathom why she would. So, if the "corners" could not find a common denominator between "one plus one," one man, one woman. Now, the corner's have seven new ways to sway their constituents. I believe that it will be impossible to reconstruct the herd as was in the day's of Spinoza. He said it than; it's true today. He does not care if you reverse his excommunication because he was right and you still are wrong. Ho! How Amsterdam has grown. Yet, not Charleston, the Holy City on the hill.   

Let us go, the reformation failed.

 The evidence is in; the conclusion is quite simple. Give the religious and political elites the pleasure of incarceration so that they can molest each other in ways that help them feel that the crucifixion of Jesus was real and had a healing affect on their psyche. What am I talking about? How the fuck do I know what I'm talking about? But if you follow world events, like the Middle East , you will find the Pope in Palestine whipping up on the Jews because they allowed Jesus to be nailed to the cross. So the Pope is out and about stirring up shit so that the Jews can be crucified by the political oneupmanship that is on the horizon. Plus, the Jews are flanked by the shifting sands coming out of Egypt couched in the demented rise of their new hegemonic leader, Sisi. Does the name ring a bell -"ask not for whom the bell tolled, it tolls for thee."  On the other side of Israel you find Lebanon with their three crosses of symbolism all empty because they are not hanging anyone at the moment. For you see, the three legged stool of power: one Christian president, one Sunni Prime minister, one Shiite as the speaker of Parliament are all ladies in waiting. Waiting for what -who the fuck knows- maybe any influential outsider who wants to play the "lone ranger" riding in with his silver bullet of truth and a pocket full of obligations dangling from 30 pieces of silver. But, the real jolt is coming like it has always come in the past in the form of the Russian question. For you see, in the past the, the West has always held sway because of its economic hegemony; this is no longer assured because of China's ascension on the economic stage, neutering the status quo. Just check it out, the west is trying to put Putin in check with economic sanctions. So his shift is to rook his own king, shifting to China as a defense using his gas as a short across the West's bow. Also, there are two outliers, Iran is goosing Israel with its nuke program as N. Korea snuggles up to China with theirs. Talk about the big bang theory -will you, ha.      

The "thing" to do!

If you want people to like you, I suggest that you do the opposite of me; do it differently; it does not make any difference, just do it your way; you will do it well. It is its "it" anyway, don't you agree? As for me, I'm always in a relaxed state as far as social intercourse is in play. You on the other hand are the 'gadfly' neck deep in surviving so that when you want to relax, you want to empty your mind. You are not polemic on social justice and its discourse. You are divorced from reality for the moment because you do not want to be reminded about what tomorrow could bring. You are running away from whatever it is out there that seems to always rear its ugly head when you least need its reminder. You want to get down, be just fittin' in with your own disillusion, its truth, "if you build it they will come." You scream! " Let us all be happy the way that I want to be happy; what do you say"?  Fucking crazy! But for me you see, I will walk into the group; it's called -spring fling- as if they were the audience. The question is -will they suspend their disbelief as is the custom in the theater's audience? And! If they do not, then I will have to interact as is their custom. This is the issue -my issue: I have no fucking idea about what their "custom" is, you see. I think it might have something to do with common knowledge. But I'm as eccentric as your imaginary quest for knowledge could be when you are in -time out. Therefore, " to 'stay' or not to 'stay,' this is the question." I have my own man cave; I'm comfortable. Still! Should I just man up and go down to "spring fling" and be one of the group because -as you know- "acceptance" is the thing to do. You know! This reminds me of the argument between "could or should" that I used to have with a real polemic on women's issues.