Posts Tagged ‘adult online personal ad writing’

Me or We..Have we become a culture of Uber narcissm?

In 1, Philosophy..sociological commentary on May 14, 2009 at 9:34 pm

I’m musing this eve on narcissism and its colonization of western cultural values. I’m thinking about the whole on line proliferation of easy access to self promotion and its fracturing of the self.

Identity has become fluid, coursing thru the bits and bytes, spawning multi representations of moments along our own personal timelines, thru photoblogging, self confession, self expression…

… given unbelievable latitude and longitude..
( ha! think cock pics)

In the lifetime of the average blogger here, the majority between 30 and early 50’s..technology has created a world wherein we have become our own front page headline, our own press and paparazzi, capable of extending our virtual viral vibes into the eyes and minds of a multitude, our reach, global.

The scale boggles the mind, if we stop to think about it.
But given the intimate settings from which many of us write, our own dens, living rooms, bedrooms, ect, do many of us really STOP to think about it?

I think perhaps we have become more cynical and jaded as a result, more isolated in our social contact, if we define social time as time spent offline, face to face, flesh to flesh.
Many people spend their working hours in office cubicles or oout tof the home, and then their spare time surfing..

We have developed new skill sets to deal with cyber intimacy, whether it be friendships with those of like affinities, or
lovers….we have sharpened our abilities to write of self as object,as our lives as quasi fiction..magical realism genre..as ourselves as brands.

Are we narcissists as per the old definition? Consumed by self?
Or is that definition somehow wanting, is there some new take, that perhaps sees liberation and the good in the democratizing of free speech, the democratizing of business, the extension of potential and reach beyond narrowly defined geographical and financial boundaries?

I’m not knocking the web, I am all over it, but at what point is it all over me?

I have always spoke to collective social values.
We built a nation on it here in Canada..we tend to the collaborative rather than the competitive, this however is rapidly altering.

I myself, remain collaborative in approach, reclusive though I may be at times, and solicitious of my own privacy in ways that may not be readily visible.

I spoke to Lucifer of my thoughts on this, and he had some interesting points to make which continue to flesh out this bird’s eye view of the topic..

The net is perhaps not unlike the splitting of the atom, can be used for unimaginable good and evil..neutral in itself if you take a post modern approach. Have we become as mini gods, fallen headlong into our own ever elusive images to the detriment of our worlds, or have they exploded expotentially?



This is not a new pattern that is emerging or has emerged, we're, an 
intelligent race, have been broadcasting our selves long before Ben
Franklin printed a news paper.  However started with Ben Franklin as an
official form of public media, not everyone had access to a press, nor
Franklin, to advertise their services, wares or offers, but as ingenuity
in humankind progressed the print form of media began to grow, and
provide access to those people who had something to sell, share or talk
about...including themselves.

The marketing of self is as old as history can record, there has always
been a hawker, yelling to sharpen your blade, or shoe your horse.  Sign
makers were told what the sign should say about Mary the seamstress and
this has not changed no matter how we evolve, what has changed is that
technology allows more access for the same behaviors...and reaches more

 From the print media to the radio, from the radio to the television.
Television expanding as megahertz grew and communications grew, along
with the cheapening of costs to make these marvels of modern technology,
so it comes to pass that the oldest of gratuitous marketing behaviors
became more and more creative, more and more revealing and more and more

The net is only the next step in this typical human pattern of sell,
sell, sell...and it isn't only capitalism, it is selling one's life for
the shear joy of being able to obtain attention, it is the selling of
ideas and beliefs but it is no different when Franklin started printing
the first Philadelphia Newspaper some 200 years ago, and the reality to
that is, we as a species have always found a way long before Franklin to
market what ever it is we had to say.

Is it all a genetically predisposed narcissisim?  Not by definition, but
who doesn't enjoy some type of positive attention?  We will evolve
further in technology, to a point where maybe we will no longer need to
leave our homes to attain physical gratification, just slip on the cyber
suit and get laid from translation of data.  Maybe we will have the
replication devices that make food from atoms, like in Star Trek, there
is no telling what the future will bring, but to believe that the
internet has proliferated this behavior is a mistake...we have been
doing it since man scrawled on a cave wall...

Musings from Lucifer and the cat


For the Love of Orange, an illustrated collection of Erotic Prose Poetry now available for free pdf download.Visit my blog.

In D/s, Bdsm, goth culture, Poetry erotic, vamp culture on April 23, 2009 at 2:46 pm

This collaboration between visual artist Lucifer Lazerus…www.luciferlazerus.com, and poet poecatt, myself ,  is now available for free pdf download.  Email myself at poecatt@luciferlazerus.com or Lucifer.

The cover shown here is available with title poem embedded..see Lucifer’s site shoppe for more information..it makes a lovely Bdsm themed piece of wall art.

This sampler has been well received …

For links,  a taste of art, and information on both of us,  please visit http://www.luciferlazerus.com website.

There you will find author /artist information as well as  Lucifer’s blog on D/s and art,  his gallery, and shoppe.


More later on a much larger coming project on Masochism, and

an illustrated vamp goth Bdsm novella we are working on which pushes the edge visually and psychologically..

I look forward to my readers support, enjoy! and contact us.

Working at the comp. poecatt

In D/s, Bdsm, photo gallery on April 17, 2009 at 4:28 pm

Working at the comp.Poecatt

new release of poetry and prose collection, study on masochism coming!

In D/s, Bdsm, Daily news update..art,writing, collaborations, upcoming events on April 14, 2009 at 10:11 am

Soon to be available online for paypal download,  a new release of poetry,  prose and philosophy centered on an exploration of masochism.  Check back here and http://www.LuciferLazerus.com  for updates.

Its provocative!


Have I seen your Face before?

In D/s, Bdsm, On Art/writing/creativity on April 3, 2009 at 10:07 am

What is it that is so compelling about the human face?

Why the universal urge to see the eyes, the lips, the contours of a smile, a cheekbone?

When it comes to the erotic, we are fascinated, yes, by the human body, however, I maintain that it is the face that we fall in love with.

Strive as people are wont to do for perfection in form, if you fall in love with a face and its intimacies , the body will follow, imparfait ..

When corresponding with someone online, when struck with a partial likeness, whether a male bicep, or a nude female torso, or the lines of a stance, what we ultimately want to drink in , is the face..

There are universes in eye contact, the sudden rupture of a laugh, the sweet curve of the corner of the mouth.

I have always been struck first and foremost by the male or female face..

It is in the face that I feel a deja vu or a journey about to be taken..

And you?

morning musings, cat

When being a couple explodes into Art, D/s and the Delicious Edges of Everything

In D/s, Bdsm, On Art/writing/creativity on March 21, 2009 at 3:45 pm

I have a fantasy.It’s not a fantasy that will remain a fantasy..its more erotically driven art collab between myself and Lucifer.

Ive been doing some research on us creatively driven souls who manage to find and fall for one another..the art that comes out of such mergers ranges from the inane,the insane and the timelessly inspired and fired….

When what’s copulating is Not just Body parts but Mind and Spirit..the generativity can drive off the map.

Such relationships have a long and rocky history..down thru time..

The longing for one another, the angst and sturm,the rolls and the punches of two solitudes crashing,and the intimacies giving birth to lit, poetry,photography,paintings and performance art that moves us all.

One rather infamous couple some of you may be familar with are the performance artists,Marina Abramovic and Uwe Laysiepen.They met in 1976 in Amsterdam. They dressed and behaved like twins, and developed a relationship of complete trust….

No, I’m not shaving my head…yet ..laughing.If I do I will take inspiration from S. and broadcast it. Now those two are tru performance artists..

Anyway..they spoke of themselves as a two headed body and in this twinship phantom identity they wished to explore the problematics of what Marina called ” what to do with two artists ego’s in relationship.”

They both knew that for success both egos had to diminish as the hermaphroditic state of being took over.They called this state the Death self and to illustrate it they went on stage joined mouths and breathed in nothing but one anothers exhaled breaths until they climatically passed out from lungs filled with carbon dioxide some 17 minutes later.
This peice explored how two individuals can exchange and absorb one another’s lives, altering and potentially destroying them.

Laughing here. Thats so fucking nutz it EXCITES me. Lucifer’s Nixed a restaging….. Sigh.

Anyway…onto my fantasy.

When Lucifer was doing his portrait of me,I watched him in process. It was in the beginnings of our relationship..and I was staggered by watching him work, yeah,that’s one word for what I was feeling..

Moving so quick and light on the balls of his feet, constant motion…his muscles rippling under his tank,the extension of those arms..biceps, brushes and implements flying, the intensity of his dark face. I was falling, falling, falling..

For many of us who work in some medium, letting others see our ‘process” is very intimate…it took me a while before I was comfortable letting Lucifer watch me write..because he could so clearly read the flashes of insight, delight,and blackness moving like storm clouds cross my face. A window onto my soul…

Everybody has a Tell, Lucifer says..and yours, Cat..is your face.

Part of what I saw that day in his studio, was the way he weilded the spray can as he stroked and stoked my likeness with bright red streaming, screaming color…

I had an inspiration for a photo shoot..I am as into photography as I am writing…that came out of that experience..that is what happens to us..

We collaborate on one idea and the process itself births another.

I want to have a series of shots of myself naked and arching up against an old concrete grafited wall here…various obscenities are upmarked..in a rainbow of colors..legs spread, arms crossed high..and being sprayed violently in red spray paint…

I realize now..that as this took form from watching Lucifer spray my likeness…its meant to be taken by a third party as he actually does it for real..yum.

Yeah.Stay tuned. We’ll figure it out. Together,Babi…

Rolling with the Muse..we are
Her Children.

Cat. Ps. collage pic is of me listening to music while Lucifer Talks..smiling..


In D/s, Bdsm, My journal on March 15, 2009 at 1:46 am

I am going thru a time of deep personal change. I feel as if I have been stumbling,  sleepwalking to some degree , thru the days, I have been in a cloud of creativity, seeing the world as it were thru the eyes of my poet-self…

and I am beginning to feel the emergence of another animal inside, that of the survivor. That the crystal clear vision of the hawk is called for, hawk mind I call this, the ability to lift up one’s head and see consequences, clarity, the things that need attending to or remediation in my life.

I have always struggled with organization. I  have the gift to hyperfocus when need be, whether intellectually, erotically, or in my career when I was engaged in street level crisis work.

But I have never been one to pull off multitasking well..if  I do not prioritze the ship’s hold begins to look disheveled, and that goes for my inner world as well as my outer world.

I am feeling very reflective and quietened after a month of  distractible emotional states..

I’m looking around at my world,  inner and outer and I am seeing the need for some care . In short,  I have drifted, and am letting myself down.

It’s striking me that the genesis for this reflection has come from the D/s relationship I am in. It struck me this week that in  the challenges we have been weathering, I have been learning a new set of skills…not fairweather skills, but skills for handling emotions when times get tough.

I have been directly challenged not just relationally, but challenged in terms of my own self care…how to handle the myriad of emotions that hit when confused, disappointed, and off center.

When situations become grey or ambiguous. None of this has anything to do with how my Dominant handles things..it has everything to do with how I do.

I am having an epiphany of sorts..I do not know where it will lead..but just as spring is inevitable so is the change I feel coming..

Lost in quiet reflection, cat

Art, the muse and Where does your motivation for the D/s Bdsm lifestyle come from?

In D/s, Bdsm on March 14, 2009 at 5:10 pm

Creativity is a crucible, a curse and a blessing. Many that blog here are caught up in the arts in one medium or another.

I struggle between periods of keeping the torch burning, and doing damage control on other aspects of my life when struck full force.

Boundaries are learned over time as with any passion…if you stay up late three weeks in a row eating sleeping and dreaming with the muse,there’s going to be a fallout sooner or later.

Emotions , attractions, health, responsibilities, commitments all dictate the way we dance with the muse, and sometimes hard choices have to be made…

I keep a little notebook where I jot ideas as they arise,fragments, jetsam and flotsam…so that I don’t lose the inspiration of the moment that begs expression but cannot be acted upon at that time.

I wonder if artistic types are more drawn to the erotic intensity of bdsm…I am so tired of reading the oft claimed theories that we are attracted to the lifestyle due to past traumas, unhealed wounds.

My childhood was average..I’m not salving any great wounds other than those that come with being alive and treading water in the ocean that is life.

But I have always been more intense than many of my friends and colleagues.

S/m is an extension of my artistic approach to life, a homecoming to a place where eros and expression weave so tightly together I can no longer separate the threads.

What do you think on this? Are you tired of the banal argument that many of us are drawn to this lifestyle due to childhood victimization?

Who here feels that S/m , D/s is who they are because of their appetite for the whole of life..thier way of being in the world, innate and probally hard wired from birth?

That’s who I am. Oh,we are a victim mentality culture in a sea of other possible incentives..   cat

On solitude, and the need for..

In Uncategorized on March 13, 2009 at 1:26 pm

it’s morning
roger waters “wish you were here”
from the speakers
cradling my coffee

i am self contained
folded inwards on myself
the underside of an envelope

it feels good to feel
my muscles when i stretch
it feels good
to smoothly petal down
to this random moment

nothing is happening
nothing at all….


Tea for one

Water drips off the pine needles
a spider swings from the clapboard
to the fence post
with the grace of
a cat burglar
all in black
damp and dank
the morning rises
still drowsy, still dreaming
fragments & shards
misted hinterland
drowned beatle floats
in my rain barrel
tea for one

your anger
cause i write
and can be swallowed alive
for days at a time
in my own wave
this is
who and how
i am
deal or
realize it
does not work for you


Marketing of the self in Personal ads online

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 13, 2009 at 11:58 am
Good morning, all.
I feel like exclaiming enthusiastically…”Good morning Vietnam”.

I’d like to talk a bit about the marketing of the “self”. As a newbie both to this site, and this world…and this playground being rife as I have commented in a an email with “wanna be poets, cock clutching pragmatists and the irredeemable…” o, excuse the sexism..could be cunt clutching pragmatists..lol,
sensing who’s who so that you do not become dinner is like being in this wonderful , slightly exotic old bookstore,you take various books down off the shelf..take note of the cover..its texture and images, open it , and browse thru noting tone, and dominant themes.

If the language and obvious skill of the author call to you, if a line or a paragraph or a metaphor moves you , you may just take it to the counter and bring it home, because you feel drawn to read more, you sense a pleasurable experience for your minds appetite in your hand.

We market ourselves here in similar fashion.
We shape the presentation of self thru our imagery, our tone, our formality, or lack thereof, we advertise and suggest a certain outcome.

Well the book I am writing is not finished.
You, could figure largely in it reader, who knows?
At this point of contact ..this cyber world, one could say the genre is to a great extent, magic realism…
Smoke, mirrors, and slight of hand ARE afoot here in the funhouse. Would you want it any different when you pay the price of admission?

Play safe.Use all your senses.Stick your tail in the wind and note which way the wind is blowing..
Patience is a virtue. So the experienced dom/ dommes and subs I have spoken with keep counseling me. Expose yourself reckessly and you are certain to discover somewhat unpleasantly where you are on the food chain.

Take the book down from the shelf.Take the time to browse it before you buy.

Attend to how you “market” yourself.
What is it you really want to say, and ask yourself..if my intended audience were reading this what would they be likely to think?
Who is it with the way that I have chosen to present myself that I really hope to draw? The masses or the one?
Verbose over coffee as always, thump me on the head time, laughing,