What is documented, is remembered.
Is mainstream media already teaching us what affection is? When did fantasy escape the equation? Does fantasy ever escape intimacy? Today's educational curriculums have taught us rigid relationship categories: Family, Friends, Future Fiancés, Fleeting Fucks, Familiar faces.. Forgotten are the ambiguous intimate experiences, ever changing with the wheel of culture and technology spinning rapidly, running over the past, crashing into the future. The lines between familial, romantic, sexual, platonic affection always blur together, sometimes resulting in a yoga class that reminds you of being an infant caressed by your mother, inappropriate lip biting, or a tinder date that leads up to, yet does not result in sex.
Media produces an impact on people cultivating their desire to assimilate with the actions on the screen. Porn is often inaccurate about desire, teaching and recycling ideas about our sources of excitement - through categories such as “tits” “blonde” “MILF”. What if those terms are not what inherently captures arousal, and our reaction to them is merely pavlovian? Aren’t our own tastes much deeper than that, psychologically? What about the other things that feed desire - emotional vulnerability, crumpled up clothes, whispers, confidence?
If we can make sensuality and its enhancement a priority in the architecture of all products, but in a sophisticated way, could our society begin to value arousal as a means for connection rather than selfish fleeing pleasure?
Demonstration is educational, not exploitative.
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"I Loved You..."
I loved you, and I probably still do,And for a while the feeling may remain...But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain.I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew,The jealousy, the shyness - though in vain -Made up a love so tender and so trueAs may God grant you to be loved again.