The image above is a digital collage composed of obscure google finds attached to keywords to do with 'webcamming'. The image was initially intended to accompany a collage about my myriad of professional endeavours. It was a co-creation between myself and a Pπ hacker and I quite enjoyed it actually. It was carefully timed in one of those Mercury in Retro-grade periods and almost romantic. Almost, but not really. A bit though.
Not especially long ago, we had the Renaissance. This was a ‘movement’ of sorts that remain best observed through the educational system, the fact that texts – such as the bible – are available in many languages is a direct result of the Renaissance. It is most notably considered a time of advancement in the arts – artists had access through various diplomatic endeavours to paint using colours and mediums that enabled them to create works that remain unrivalled until today. My language – and not too any pretentious degree – is the Arts. And I am a better skilled listener than I am a speaker. I spent most of my life mute, though I didn’t necessarily see it that way – I just found dishonest conversation was best avoided.
So – we had a period called the Renaissance. Then, we had the Industrial Revolution. The Industrial Revolution was somewhat difficult – for the working classes especially – whom Americans might refer to as the ‘blue collar worker” and whom the British might refer to as “the proletariat”. Often the majority of these persons were tremendously underserved by society: and the middle classes, the wealthy and the powerful elite.
The working classes were hired to do ‘menial’ jobs, factory work, cleaning the streets – jobs that: often, no one wants to do but which must be done by somebody, all the same.
These individuals were – and still are – a product of an educational system that prepared them for these jobs. Like those we call ‘disabled’ – people from these backgrounds were considered underprivileged – we blame the economy, and their overworked parents, we blame their overworked teachers, we blame anyone that didn’t do their best at any chance they had to help these people advance into greater self sufficiency.
I once heard a Japanese business man say, on a video somewhere on YouTube, that the evolution of man is currently assessed by the advancements we notice in technology – and I can say without a moments hesitancy – that literarily speaking – I’ve had better and more enjoyable and also more informative conversations with autogenerated conversational systems.
For a time – we had the internet. It was a resource that provided people with information that somewhat created an equality amongst those who had the means and privilege to study and those that did not. But I’ll tell you this – and any Greek philosopher of yore (I’m being sardonic, I don’t EVER say yore) – nothing beats what you can learn from a good conversation or a gifted conversationalist. Wisdom beats knowledge.
The typing errors and grammatical errors – which are more than forgivable in a person who is focusing their energy resources towards being an interesting conversationalist indicated that he was genuinely trying his very hardest to write to me.
It is easy to be pedantic about misspellings and misplaced apostrophes, it is so0o easy to repeatedly use phrases like ‘you may’ when you’re typing (but I can tell that you don’t use those in conversation – I can tell that you’ve never been taught to – I have been taught to – I CHOOSE not to). That is: my informality is something I exert tremendous efforts towards. I’ve been raised by the daughter of a very great diplomat who was the son of a great judge who served the United Nations. There are pieces of Native South American land that were NAMED after my Great Grandfather. He arranged to have built: hospitals, farms and schools that catered specifically to the traditions and laws and ways of those people from whom the people you might see walking the civilised streets of Paraguay stole land from. And I’m sure he struggled with the fact that it was simply not good enough.
My mother’s idea of a teenage rebellion, which remains amongst my greatest outrages – was being a dancer. A ballerina. An aspiring thespian.
Her rebellion was that she didn’t like the designer clothes her mother “forced” her to wear. She rejected a life that she was raised for – not knowing what she was truly being raised for (a dancer’s education in those days was 6 hours of dance on minimal food, with no braincells left to learn anything) – and as a result my older brother, “sister” and I have never been given our true titles, never acknowledged for who we are because of her.
My teenage rebellion was Pornography. Pornography is more difficult to define than you might think – the sex industry requires all the talents of a dancer, (and ESPECIALLY) a thespian – and an engaging conversationalist too. The sex industry puts you in front of ridiculously wealthy men who’ve nurtured in their true personalities, only poor self esteem and perhaps the know how to offer a performance to pretend otherwise. Who have often been given superb educations – but – also are still slaves to their penises and base sexual ‘desire’. And a lot of them are reminded of abusive family members when they are met with humour or pity – and have learned to see the interaction as BDSM. I am repelled by abuse – I couldn’t ‘abuse’ a person unless I had been told to by someone I considered a superior, like my Aunt (The Queen of Israel). It would actually cause me suffering, because I had a spiritual upbringing that taught me that the only worthwhile pursuit in life is service. Try explaining ‘service’ to someone who thinks BDSM is a healthy or acceptable lifestyle. Try explaining ‘service’ to someone that has studied karma on a scientific level and who would argue that it’s actually selfish to treat a person with love, that had chosen a life of suffering. (Spiritual sociopaths are a WHOLE unexplored level of being that most humans will never, ever encounter.)
Every woman you meet through the adult industry will teach you something. Every woman you meet outside of the adult industry will be an inferior. I recently was introduced online, to a very, very young girl who had her entire face done – so she could stalk me. She introduced herself, at my pandering hello – to “I’m big dick steve”.
I know that I wasn’t engaging in an autogenerated dialogue – because of those errors actually. Those errors made of the chap whose sad, robotic attempts at interaction unequivocally and undoubtedly human.
The truth is, that if you want to run society – you see my family are royalty – you have to work your way up from the dregs. You cannot appreciate the struggles of the foundations of society – and that is what sex workers were in the past