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On ambient intimacy and assistive devices

I was having a discussion about ambient intimacy in a couple of elsewheres, where I tried (and possibly failed) to say that what is so reviled by opinion editors and other meatsnobs can be useful in all sorts of ways.

I like the little slices of life on my friends’ livejournals, however trivial, because I just can’t access this sort chatter in my meatspace. Yes, I want to know how

Because I are one

I just got an invitation to join the facebook group “I tap slow-walking people on the shoulder and say, “Excuse me please!”

Uh – no.

Fuck no. With cherries and sprinkles. And the sauce of your choice.

Laying your hands on me without invitation, strangers, sure isn’t going to speed me up any, but it may well piss me right the fuck off.