[spectre] The Progressive Net Therapist

marc.garrett marc.garrett@furtherfield.org
Mon, 3 Feb 2003 14:22:26 -0000


The Progressive Net Therapist
& her adventures with, ‘Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion’.




      My name is Emily Malone and I am studying to become a therapist, but
with a difference. Once one finally becomes proficient, an expert or
successful in completing the demanding (three year) course of
therapeutically stemmed learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that
promises to provide amazing psychological benefits for clients that frequent
the Internet. It's a very difficult program, but has many emotional and
intellectual rewards. It has been developed by a fascinating and visionary
individual called Bill Hanson, a great Post, Post –Jungian and Archetypal
psychologist. He has been treating patients via the Internet ever since its
early years. He has also written some stunning books such as ‘Extropian
leaps’ and ‘Waves + substance = Life’.

      Recent discoveries in ‘Quantum Theory, Psychology’ and its function
methodology, using up to date research of brain mechanics, have declared
that the lateral workings of the computer are not just a mere poetic or
metaphorical simile. The various working formats and functions of the
wave-driven, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do
also possesses physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of
execution, the behavior of this chemical induced muscle in the human
cranium, does offer similarities and connections that relate to computer
interactivity.

      For instance, waves, or should I say ‘Oscillons’ take on a life of
their own once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other
and to form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either square
or hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also
collectively influence the macro simultaneously. These ‘Oscillons’ are wave
energies, very much on par to sound, light and electricity and it is all
very much part of the untouchable, yet a fundamental part and structure of
‘Life’. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers
connect, just like we humans connect, computers network, just like us humans
do instinctively, attracting each other, sending energy signals ‘waves’ that
transgress dimensional assumptions. There is an atomic essence in our being
and it (all) is part of everything else, yet particle cells combine our
physical forms, hosting, melding and encasing the life force.

      My form of therapy knows no bounds, for it is part of the greater sum.
Yet, when one wishes to mingle and be part of the everyday, I do seem to
have a bit of trouble. The playful function of sharing mutually explored
affirmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.

      My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by
what seems to be a surrounding thousand meter wide moat; shrouded in a hazy
cloud of (socially designed and of course self-inflicted) self-doubt. And
this is all because of this desperate biting need for some form of
glandulaire interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you
must of felt, so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge
of being badly designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized,
verbalizations and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner
exertions. We are all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture,
sometimes I feel like a broken down ‘Amstrad’.

      But less of my emotional ‘id-bashing’, and all that ad-hoc, ego
centered diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial
revelations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have
time to go to bars to pick up guys. Then I heard about this amazing Internet
site called ‘Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion’ from one of my friends who decided to
do a sociology paper on the Internet about dating services. I think she only
chose the topic to give her an excuse to try it, but I told her I'd try it
too and share my experiences.

      I became very interested in ‘Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion’, there were
thousands of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our
locality. And all looking to have personal transactions, many of them
resided on this site; I couldn’t believe my luck. I had just gone though
midterms and it had been a long time since I had a secure and concrete
upright encounter.

      I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date the
first day I joined ‘Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion’. He was a kind of executive
for a large forward-thinking contemporary Net Therapy organization called
‘Lateral Amalgamation’, thirty-four years old and had been married for five
years. Now, I know what you are going to say, but he is married! So what?
This is the 21st Century darlings’ and the last thing I need is a clingy
male siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this
ever-changing world. And besides, it is exciting and it will help me develop
my inner personalities that have been locked away, until now.

      His name was Jason and he was incredible. Just sitting in a restaurant
across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized by
highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him down
and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externalized,
protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in person
and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first time,
especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid and
primary components.

      Great intercourse is all about attitude and it was very cool to weed
out the individuals (future possible clients) who had no self-confidence on
the Internet before meeting anyone in person. Certainly most males will
agree that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible
functions, the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the
first things that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate
enhancement, but also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my
quantum realizations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason
and he was the first of many. I know what turns me on; it's no surprise that
my life has taken a turn for the better. I've been able to set up mutual
situations with the men of my choice.

      I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We
severed each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and
pushed forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead
to the base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His
principal organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I
nearly drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an
immediate collection of secreted fluidity. I returned the favor by
establishing a partial vacuum on his piercing object-hood until he released
a hot, steady current of continuous, amorphous substance down my open
esophagus. I had a good idea when he was going to reach his zenith because
his spherical objects tightened up and he moved his sacrum forward, but he
didn't give me any other warning. The power of his stinkhorn disrupts all my
expected narratives.

      I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my
cavity for guys, but usually they ask first; it's just rude not too. Jason
did lack the graces and refinement of civilized life and it really turned me
on. He made it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious
relationship and was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased
without making any apologies. I love it when men are that straightforward
with their course of action, in respect of what they intend to follow up
with.

      After he descended I made him recline on my particular being again.
This time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the
pelvis; the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my
hands holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the
knee and foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and
rolled my nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed
mineral or petrified matter, a bit like stones. And the inducement increased
the delectation that he was conveying in accordance with the laws of nature
on me, with his principal instrument of taste. Then a series of involuntary
contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber
contracted and when it was over I felt inflamed everywhere.

      We had an affair that lasted just over a month before I moved on. We
didn't restrict our meetings to cheap hotels; we went on a lot of dates and
engaged in epicurean relativity in the open or in his minivan. For my entire
second year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologically
explored in the evenings, and still able to keep my GPA up. I think it was
staying out of bars and being with successful people that kept me focused.

      I wholeheartedly recommend that anyone who has a deep, niggling urge
to unearth their hidden subconscious realms, and for those whom are
seriously interested to learn what they actually are. To explore their
alternate selves before they become one glum sodden behavior. If not, stay
in the dark; then you can call me and I will help you sift through your
psyche(s). You will have to wait about a year though.



marc garrett