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a four letter word called sex: Northern Voice 2010

hello there.

this is a petition of sorts. a petition for challenge. a petition for inspiration. a petition for change. a petition for sex. at least the visibility of it within the tech/blogging community. it is sad for the idea of sex, and all of its wonderful manifestations, is often neglected when it comes to major conferences that revolve around new media, the internet and all things technological. as a complimentary resource for visibility, the sexual side of the internet has spawned separate conferences where its inclusiveness around sex and technology is the main and only focus.

i want to change all of this. at least for the internet community in vancouver.
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possibility: the emotional remix

photo by kris krug

photo by kris krug

The theory of emotions and possibility is always a very interesting, sometimes slippery slope down a subjectively intellectual landscape. Possibility is often expansive, pervasive and endless while emotions can be oppressive and constricting by the simple restrictions and mental boundaries. The intersection of the two areas is a simple one: emotional states create much possibility, though often times unnecessary noisy possibility that is destructive and distracting.

A remixed idea of such an intersection is acting about the inverse action proposed. If highly emotional states created noisy unneeded levels of possibility, is it possible that narrowed avenues of possibility obliterate the pathway for the fostering of highly emotional states? In the simplest idea process, if you care less about specific situations, can that eventually make you feel better.

Now I am not condoning the notion of self-proclaimed naiveness is a serving practice but we can have active choice in what our possibility is directed towards. We can have the possibility of exaggerated emotions causing loud brash story lines berating our heads or we can have the endless journey of bliss. The idea of bliss is not a plane of irrational happiness but of courtless jousts devoid of endless battles. The battles we pick can be the battles we ultimately choose but the battles we pick do not have to the authority of picking us.

photo by kris krug

photo by kris krug

There was a talk by Barry Schwartz published on the TED website called the Paradox of Choice. that detailed the idea that with more choice, we have more misery and more sadness. The more choice that is presented to us ultimately increases our notion of loss, apathy, guilt and mistake. Emotions can have the same effect on the psyche. The greater attention paid to enhanced emotions can cause us the unneeded sense of loss and failure.

We can fail at feeling when our feelings override what they are actually accentuating. When emotions lack punctuation, literally a mental semi-colon, they ride us to the every end. It may not be the simplistic equation of care less, feel better. The remix of the final emotional sentence might simply be: care with guided intention, feel better. When our intentions precede our delivery of how we care, our emotions can exclaim to the fullest extent for which they were created. To simply emote. Not to generate the unnecessary or the unneeded. Just to simply emote.

Once we are done emoting, the possibility of expansive possibility is limited by the grounds of the simple sense of the word: by which of what is possible. When our emotions allows us to believe that the terribly impossible can happen, everything in the world seems possible and plausible. The inverse can be sustained as well; when our emotions create the space for themselves and our possibility is not a contingent hinge, we can really and sincerely feel better.

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femme manifesto: the remix of me

I have many names. The one that matters the most is the one that I respond to.
I am a quantum femme. Challenging the proposition of femininity with my every step, I can be everywhere and nowhere in the same second. I leave a track in the dirt which marks that I have indeed touched the earth. The moment the wind takes it away does not lessen the moment it existed.
I am a fluid creature, ever adapting to my own personal existence. I cannot be pinned to futile labels that concretely identify the essence of me for one second. I must stand open in my own being to move freely.
I have skills that are ever evolving as I grow. Some are defined by conventional standards and those I track for remembrance and referral. Some of my skills are unspoken for and manifest in the moments that they are needed. These skills I must wholeheartedly trust in for they lay undefined but still just as powerful as those defined.
I am in the now because I am with myself. I like myself because I love myself. I love myself because I like myself.
I am grateful for my life just as I am grateful for the lives I encounter daily, and the lessons I learn from their lives. I can teach people by merely being myself. I am the muse I have always looked for.
I have natural gifts and I should hold dearly to those only for the sake of remembering to give them away. If I lose sight of the gifts I have and do not foster their growth, they are worthless for their gift to give away is often overlooked and forgotten.
I must never forget my sorrows and my sadness because they strengthen me when my happiness and joy is present. My emotions are the seasoning as to how I taste my life. It is not always bitter just as it is not always sweet.
I feast upon myself so that I can be the sustenance to others. I am full of life because I have breath. I am not my thoughts for my thoughts are merely a guide as to what my actions may be. My thoughts do not define my footsteps.
I can manifest the action of love by not only carrying love but emerging in love and swimming in it. Love can be fierce with sharp claws, but it is still love. I can be all of these emanations without losing the sense of action.
I manifest what I want in my life. Sometimes looking into the filter of my imperfections I may manifest the unpleasant and the unwanted but surely I must understand that I am not any less powerful. My manifestations are still my manifestations and I must relish in the complete action of such power. I can choose at any moment how I feel and what I do. Sometimes I need to choose the unpleasant and unwanted to know that I can choose the pleasant and the dearly wanted. I own everything I manifest.
The light I have in my life comes from the darkness it has grown in. I do not shy away from my dark hidden corners. I rejoice that I have such places to learn in, such haunts to grow from and such comfort that I may return at a moment’s notice. I am not afraid of such places. The only fear I have in my life is pulled from the gravity of the unknown. The unknown is simply such, unknown. I not know of its gravity or its defiance, so such is the fear that escapes there. I know fear as merely a hinderance to jumping. My fear of falling is merely a misplaced perspective of wanting to fly.
The only living death I shall know is the death of my dreams. The upmost importance should be forth put into maintaining a sense of freedom in dreaming. I can dream up any possibility, any ability, any adventure, anything. The first step is believing I have the freedom to dream. The only one who can take away such a freedom is myself.
I am impossible and in charge of my own possibility. I can be anything I want to be. The expansive universe does not exist outside for it is merely a region that exists inside me. I expand infinitely. I am the bright star of the sun, soon to burn out at the end of a very long line. I am the fierce light of the moon, silently playing many roles. I am the gravitational pull, drawing my manifestations towards me with force. I am the stars that line the way for myself and others to journey along safely.
I am the mother and child before they have separated.
I am the electric space between two lovers’ lips just before the first touch.
I am the softness of the wind that carries the sunlight upon its back, heavy and effortless.
I am the goddess particle: splintered, dented, bruised and multiplied.
I am a quantum femme.


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Religious Iconography: Gender Remix

I am constantly fascinated by the simplistic and often vague gender representation in religious iconography. As a young child I often would stare up at statues of the Virgin Mary and of a stigmatized Jesus Christ and think of the soft facial features, non-descript body structure and highlighted defining details. Sexualizing aside it appeared that the general obvious distinguishing features of man/woman, masculine/feminine were terrifically blurred for the sake of not ambiguous gender representation but more or less for the artistic visual dialect of mono-theistic Christian artisans. Delightfully so, such reverence is often taken into consideration even if perhaps it is merely stumbled upon commentary of gender theory. With this notion it warms my heart and grays my gender spectrum even more so when contemporary artists take their own ideals of such theory and drive them into artistic inspiration.

This beautiful piece of art included a faux gold- detailed frame and the holographic remix of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ. Placed ornately over the toilet in the bathroom of the rad Austin, TX tattoo/piercing shop Shaman Modifications Tattoo and Piercing, this piece of art often would surprise the unsuspecting bathroom visitor by a simple hologram that depicted the Virgin Mary on one angle and then a holographic version of Jesus Christ in another angle.

Of course I choose to stand right in the center where the true remix happened: a perfect outline of a blurred religious icon devoid of any specific gender. My favorite.

The Virgin Mary

Jesus Christ

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