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Th' ideal man is a cross between Jack Nicholson an'

th' Energizer Bunny...

Howdy, Sailor! If anyone asks, Ah won't tell!



Mah Shameless Proclivities!






Ah'm heah! Ah'm Queer! Ah'd say lesbigay but it won't rhyme raight.



A Guide to Cruisin' the Internal Landscape

Ah need to clarify what Ah mean by a shamanic reality.

This is kinda important, `specially if you happen to be a multiple yo'self, tho' even if'n you ain't, some o' this might be interestin' an' even useful.

Firs' thing is, ever'body has an internal landscape. Foah mos' folks, it's pretty simple, couple-three places; remembered rooms from childhood, `cetera. Foah someone trained as a shaman, gets moah complex; an internal landscape might have hundreds of places in it, more oah less well-connected.

Now, a multiple, if'n they aren't really well connected inside, might could have hundreds an' hundreds of separate places, none of which you can get to from any place else. One that's better-connected inside, well, it all comes together in a coherent whole.

In oah shared internal reality, mos' of us live in a big ol' limestone villa on the edge of a tall mesa.

Mah own internal landscape starts when Ah go into mah own room in that - an' out the back doah.

Now, all of this, you tell it different, fit right into a standard psych text. Ain't nothin' new; the mind is organized an' associated usin' tools such as `magination an' visualization. But step out that back doah an' we cross the line of believe it oah don't.

We have had some shamanic trainin', `nuff to recognize that, first, ouah internal landscape is a shamanic reality an second, that means that we can go from a shamanic reality thas' just oah own to one that's generated by someone else oah into one thas' the result of the unconcious efforts of an entire civilization.

Oah, to put it moah bluntly, Ah kin step out mah back doah an' jump a saytr's bones in an enchanted elven forest oha go cruisin the shamanic projections of the local real-life gritty city districts.

Believe it oah don't. [chuckle]

Now, what's the point to all this cerebrial and/oah shamanic self-indulgence? Well, it's pretty simple - this way Ah kin be me without forcin' everbody else to be me too. An' thas' the real, important secret here.

When you are th' soat o' person Ah am; someone livin' in a biohouse that has views, ideas, sexual tastes an' maybe even gender tha's completly differen't from yoah own, you can go plain stir crazy ifn' you stay locked up inside the haid an' you can get the body locked up in stir labeled as crazy ifn' you insist on goin' out an' sowin' yo' wild oats in the teeth of the general consensus and public good ordah.

So thas' why ah'm sharin' this; it ain' jus' to make mah coporeal twin brother blush magenta an' green. Tha's jus' a fringe benifit.

Ah must admit Ah'm somthin' of a predator when it comes to men. Ah'm not much interested in theah ideas of conversation, `cause the sort `a man Ah want to - ah - devour ain't the sort Ah've much interest in talkin' to. Call it a quirk - Ah don' much care foah mixin' friendship an' sex, when it comes to men.

Tha's probably `cause mah shoat-term an' long-term preferences are absolute contradictions. Fact is, ah think bein' picked up an ovahwhelmed by a big, strong hairy man to be real hot - but Ah ain't `bout to tolerate that sorta behaviour from anyone ah'd call a friend. It would conflict with mah feminist principles. Ah suppose mah taste in men does, too, but truth be told, Ah find th' idea of shockin' mah sisterhood titalatin' as all hell.

Even when Ah agree with such folks as are leadin' the charge `gainst patriarchial domination, Ah sometimes also feel that what they really need is a good hard... Well, Ah won' get moah specific.

But, havin' tried `em all, Ah must say that a good sisterly friend equipped with a prosthetic ain't no damn substitute foah a man; thas' a whole `nother sort of treat, lot of fun, y' unnerstand, but not the same thing at all.

Acourse, Ah'm picky. Ah happen to know what Ah should be able to `spect from from a man in bed, `cause Ah've got the uncomfortable privilidge of livin' inside the head of one, so Ah don't take no crap an' no five minute engagements.

Ah s'pose Ah must admit that Ah view men - at least some men - as pure sex objects. It's kinda uncomfortable to admit, but there `tis. an', to be fair, when Ah'm leerin' at some stud-muffin that's fillin' out his shorts fore an' aft th' way Ah laik, Ah'm not adverse to bein' objectified mahself. Usually when Ah'm in that mood Ah'm wearin' somethin' that our mothah woulda said was "advertisin'", `cause thas' what Ah'm doin'!

Now, les' take a pause foah rationality. Ah know as well as anyone that this is risky behaviour. Ah take all kinds of precautions to minimise mah risks, because although Ah exist in a shamanic reality, Ah kin get jus' as hurt oah dead as anyone from doin' somthin' stupid. But ah'm not as stupid as it sounds at first - ah always have a friend with me an' Ah've got a startlin' an' well-educated capacity foah sudden violence mahself. Thas' aside from disease precautions which are different foah a shamanic lifeform but ever' bit as needful. Ah'v had a couple close calls, too, but foatunately nothin' fatal foah anyone involved an Ah plan to keep it that way.

But tha's the real point Ah'm makin heah. Ah plan on livin' to a ripe old age an' don't want excess corpses clutterin' up mah karma jus' foah the sake of slakin' mah hungers, `cause in the final tally, need be, Ah kin get by with a cucumber an mah lurid `magination.

So it's somethin' Ah spend a bid moah energy an thought on that it maight firs' appear, an' thas' a good rule to live by. Takes a lot of preperation to be spontainous.


Created: Thursday, February 27, 1997 02:14 PM
Last Updated: Thursday, February 27, 1997 02:14 PM


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