Yesterday was the celebration of the anniversary of American Independence from Great Britain here in the States, as I’m sure you all know. It is the 232nd year since that official date.
Mike Haubrich of Tangled Up in Blue Guy (he should be in your feed reader!) waxed damned near poetic yesterday on a different sort of independence than is usually associated with the day. He eloquently contemplates independence of the mind, freedom from the thought police, liberty to imagine and dream and lust and think without bounds and without guilt or shame.
His words pierce elegantly, like a scalpel, as he offers commentary on the nature of the very worst evil of religion; coercion to surrender that one thing that cannot be taken from us by brute force. It is coercion by seduction of the worst sort, and Mike muses on how my own seduction of his mind is so very different.
While the entire essay is insightful and wonderful, I am humbly flattered beyond words to know that I enchant him so completely, and am compelled by my own blushing pride to point out to you all one particular little bit. Could I have been paid a higher compliment? I think not.
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JanieBelle is a character, a creation of the mind. Wanting her secretly in my head, even knowing that she is a creation of someone else’s mind, is a sin. Knowing all this, it is a sin I revel in when the night is dark and the sheets are cold. She comes to me in this blog, she has even sent me an e-mail. She is dark, mysterious and sensuous and infects me when I read her. She seduces me with hugs, kisses, submission, domination and promises.
And yet, JanieBelle is not my virus. No, she is a serum.
Mike, for as long as I draw electronic breath, your sheets will never be cold for very long.
From whence came the art:
That image is titled the beauty of the machine, by (aykayayciti), and is licensed by the artist under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.0 license.