The Scandal of Our Own Pleasure

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Pleasure, believe it or not; is a moral imperative. One’s own pleasure. Yours. Your own.

If you’re watching or reading an Altruist based story like Lord of the Rings, you will know what the author believes: that the joy in life comes primarily from others and hence, the character “Smeagal” (spelling?) or “Golem,”  finds great evil in considering the ring “His Precious,” “His Own.” As if owning something and only wanting it for yourself were somehow inherently wrong. I ask myself, well wait, are there any other instances in the story of someone holding or enjoying something precious to them, only for themselves, not associated with direct absolute evil? Not really. Most of the acts in the movie that is, only feature…  

…love, romantic love, which may be an exception in itself, or perhaps there is no other scene where one person is seen enjoying an object that after all could only be for oneself.

Is it wrong to want for yourself, and only yourself and consider this a moral imperative? Everybody is so busy and in such a rush to please others. Perhaps more deeply should be looked: if everyone was selfish wouldn’t the world collapse? Of course it would and this extreme example is intended to bide time into deflecting the real issue: of course it’s only right that we ban together. But hey everybody wake up, we live in an ultra technological nation state, decentralizing megolopolis where food will eventually be so cheap that hunger itself will be in question. America already has the lowest (worst) yet absolute lowest food cost proportionally. It’s becuase of aboslute hypocrisy and horrible compartmentalization on the part of our Victorian age government; that we even have to question need or hunger, the technology is there to feed twice 8 Billion. And we know it. 

Pleasure is the point of life everyone. What if everyone were selfish? Well, maybe at least then people wouldn’t be so depressed, their happiness once they get past “the Bling ;)” –would take center stage and they might care about themselves and hence, have the self-esteem enough to want actually, selfishly want to help others for non-fake reasons like fear and conformity–and finally… finally act on behalf of the world. Because of the love of their life and what happens to others is ultimately what happens to you. It is not Altruism, it is intelligence. 

I am the most selfish person I know. I am also one of the most collectively concerned. It is because I am intelligent enough to realize that the wool has been pulled over our eyes to make us slaves to another’s greed. What about our greed? What about yours?

Finally Fourteen Magazine Says…

“The left was for girls… 

A floating View went around making sure everybody was In the Neau…

The All-New issue of the best Teen Girl of 2086, rated high on the Mag-Hag-Rag, ran…

“Finally Fourteen’ magazine says: ‘Get a Guy: Six Can’t-Fail Ways.” 

“Fear the ‘Can We Just Be Friends’ Speech? 4 Surefire Ways You Can Wind Up Keeping Him.” 

“Find Your Boyfriend Today, Your Husband Tomorrow!” 

“How to Manage His Feelings When He Will Not.” 

“Dasa’s Will-Get-You-Your-Soulmate – 30 Sex Positions He’ll Never Forget” …”

…Read More of Vesper Heliotropic Book I. Crystal Turbines…

Our first real dinner together was in Paris.

Our first real dinner together was in Paris.

Never was I thinking in any experiential way ‘this is going to be something I’ll be writing about when I’m 33.’

I was thinking the words though. I tipped the waiter 20% after I made him angry to the point of noticeable aggravation. he growled at me. Growled. At night, it was I think midnight, just 10 minutes before they closed. An Asian restaurant of some kind, right there off Montparnasse it seemed. god everything in Paris is beautiful, the streets of steam…like New York…the urine aromaed subways. I miss it all.

I tipped the waiter 15%. Actually. Thought he would spit in my food. Hell, I thought he’d spit at me, taking our order. All along, I insisted, every step, never flinching. I fell in love with her there. She’d said I’d looked sensual when I eat. Ha. The Asian manager, (the Mom, no doubt, running the show) made the boy (no doubt her son) actually take our order. I felt not an inch guilty for insisting on living in the city of light.

I remember a Mexcian restaurant I worked at. There was a mustached man, looked ilke a lumberjack, 60 something years old. Working the decent upscale Tex-Mex. He agreed about the women in Paris. I knew one. I loved one. I knew that she wasn’t a sandwich. But higher math. Maybe not just cavier. Said I looked sexy when I ate. How European.

For the upright suburban boy.

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– Copyright © Neal Cormier 2011 All Rights Reserved –

Neal Cormier is an artist and writer originally from the Washington D.C. area.
– www.NealCormier.com – His concentration is visual art–especially oil painting and graphic novel illustration.

He is also an up and coming fiction writer, of which Vesper Heliotropic is his first full length novel publication with Amazon, Barnes and Nobles (eBooks) and Lulu Inc. (for paperback & hardcover) Neal recently had a showing at National Airport in Arlington, VA (March 11 – June 25 in Terminal A). He also, and even more recently, had a first book signing for Vesper Heliotropic at The Midtown Scholar, a local hipster style bookstore in downtown Harrisburg, PA.

Neal has sold a variety of pieces to clients from around the world. His artwork has been shown in cafés, bars and galleries in New York City, Washington D.C., Paris and Alençon, France.

After high school, Neal attended the School of Visual Arts in New York City and spent four years living in both Brooklyn and Manhattan. He moved to France after this, and spent roughly about the same length of time in the region of Basse-Normandie, northern France. As a result, he speaks French and has a (tall) 9 year old daughter, Lili. He now resides back home in Crystal City, Virginia with his fiancé, Kristin.

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You see these people.

You see these people.

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They’re not actually living.

Deep in their minds.

This is closer to what they really see…

And they strive their whole lives to get a piece of what they think is this….

When what they end up with is something closer to this…

Until they lose someone, or you almost lose yourself, either more mentally or physically, you are suddenly in reality. Alive. You can’t know life until you’ve lived it. One line that always gets me is – “The world’s a better place when it’s upside down.” – Amy Winehouse

This is often true because you have to suddenly stand for something when what you took for granted is at stake.

 

What if Hitler were reborn a girl?

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– Copyright © Neal Cormier 2011 All Rights Reserved –

Neal Cormier is an artist and writer originally from the Washington D.C. area.
– www.NealCormier.com – His concentration is visual art–especially oil painting and graphic novel illustration.

He is also an up and coming fiction writer, of which Vesper Heliotropic is his first full length novel publication with Amazon, Barnes and Nobles (eBooks) and Lulu Inc. (for paperback & hardcover) Neal recently had a showing at National Airport in Arlington, VA (March 11 – June 25 in Terminal A). He also, and even more recently, had a first book signing for Vesper Heliotropic at The Midtown Scholar, a local hipster style bookstore in downtown Harrisburg, PA.

Neal has sold a variety of pieces to clients from around the world. His artwork has been shown in cafés, bars and galleries in New York City, Washington D.C., Paris and Alençon, France.

After high school, Neal attended the School of Visual Arts in New York City and spent four years living in both Brooklyn and Manhattan. He moved to France after this, and spent roughly about the same length of time in the region of Basse-Normandie, northern France. As a result, he speaks French and has a (tall) 9 year old daughter, Lili. He now resides back home in Crystal City, Virginia with his fiancé, Kristin.

List of Art & Media By Neal Cormier

Art & Blog

www.NealCormier.com

Web Design/Development Services

www.NealCormierWeb.com

The Novel’s Website

www.VesperHelioTropic.com

New Sci-Fi Short Story: ‘Springfield’ -Part 2-

–This is the (continuation of the) first chapter sample of my all-new VH short story! The only place you’re gonna find it: ‘Springfield’ here only now, and exclusively on WordPress!–

Springfield

i. Camille’s Providence (cont.)

…Is that Jenny’s Dad?

Gazing out the window, she’d noticed a boot. Four of them. And a man, two men, there across the street. Camille came closer to one of the large window panes and put the heel of a hand on its sill almost pressing her face to its dirty surface. Indeed they were CAMBIAN Officers. This was not unfrequent. Not in those days.

It looked like one of them was telling the other something, like Bible sales men standing at the sidewalk pondering a next kill. 

Black, white and blue, dark blue. Their uniforms, cut angles with their unbending posture, as if pinched back at the shoulders.

One of them looked erect enough even…

 …He’s holding a gun. 

She couldn’t see their faces. They’d been waiting, indeed. The flailing pink of a mother’s robe came partially into view, the rest of her, blotted out by window mist Camille was swathing away at furiously. She’d been thrown out to the curb almost. The lady. And began to regain her stance to have an Officer steady her quickly. All black uniform, and that’s all Camille saw, not more than an articulately moving shadow through that dirt and of course, more condensation from her face. Neau heat settings. Yet. 

He was holding her back. And again, they repeated a loop, and again, seemed to be waiting. 

The husband. It must be. 

A white face was beaten and bloodied. A man. From out of the house, finally. They were auctioning him off. Or maybe giving him a warning.

“Stand up sir,” stand straight up.

“You’re doing this, here, here!?”

“Yes indeed, we have reports of suspicious activity coming right from this location. Data Field says here you are in domestic violation.”

“What’s the violation?” cried Adele Simpson, his wife.

“Shut up Rose.”

“Sir, as an individual, you will refrain from speaking to your wife.” His voice clattered a bit through the VocalDisruptor. Sounded like someone trying to gargle glass.

There was a surge in her chest. I’ll go out, go out and…

Rachael ran out of her bedroom, stammered down the curving staircase onto the cold smooth floorboards of the foyer and peered out one of the front door’s little side windows. It wasn’t two men, but three, two PD Officers and one CAMBIAN Infantry. 

Something was being arranged. The husband was being put into the center of the yard, of all places. The wife’s mouth was muffled by the black clad glove of the CAMBIAN Private. 

“Rachael.” A steady, even voice.

She whipped around.

“What, not now, Una!”

“This is not for your eyes.” said Una.

What do you mean?

Camille didn’t know if she’d be right to say anything back to Una, being that, she has noticed a variety of behavior from her, despite being ‘invisible.’ It had been a good while since she’d beheaded the canary and proved Una could not ‘see’ her enough to be able to make a report, but who knew, better to be on the safe side, she thought.

Balking for a moment, Camille then simply rewet her lips and went back upstairs, however much she still fiend to know what was going on across the street.

She didn’t know what to do. Sit there and wait? 

“I’ll go to the Mall.”

The Mall.

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The wood of the bench kind of pinched her butt-cheeks when itty-bitty parts of her rear got caught between the slats. She was waiting for Blo-T, the next Transport out of Main-Line and into the gray area of now, Off-Line toward Springfield-Springfield. This was as opposed to the Oakland Community Springfield.

…Stay Tuned For More of ‘Springfield’ Tomorrow!

– ‘Springfield’ is an All-New “VESPER HELIOTROPIC CRYSTAL TURBINES SERIES” Short Story. –

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Dating: ‘Intellectual or Non?’ – SIGNS OF FEMALE ATTRACTION

Biting of the lip, flipping of the hair.

There was even an Oprah episode about the classicality of the ‘hair flip.’ Penthouse magazine sites an unstated, cool, casual indifference. “Go over to her girl friends and tell her you were wondering something (as if a secret) and ask her what his buddy should name his Labrador? Or what she saw on American Idol the other night cause you missed it…”

Dating experts tell us to do anything but be honest most often and how to ‘play the game,’ without calling it a game, meanwhile ads the advertisers who paid for your ads and articles, advice some men take to heart and beyond…

I myself have dated thirty-five women. Not a large number per se, for the standards (or non) of today’s average ‘person.’

But what advice do I have to give? What are the signs of if a girl or woman (whatever she makes herself into) is attracted to you. Do looks matter? Yes. Women, as are men, are biologically programmed to find reasons (as are we) to like the face and body of a broad number of males. Advertising is run by endless battalions of misogynist homosexuals who hate the fact that Internet porn is making both women and men into fetishists in a mainstream way. We seek what’s different just as much now as we seek bio-compatible or biologically ‘beautiful’ mates.

(Some of) the signs from my 35:

At the bar or before you have sex:

  • Eye contact, period
  • Flipping of the hair with a smile indicates she likes you if it’s repeated
  • staring at her from afar for too long–no good. I learned this from Penthouse magazine. The dating experts ‘The Industry’ puts in their articles on dating all say this. They’re right. Unless you’re an artist. Ha.
  • Sitting straight up, leaning over to you, etc.
  • Shifting her eyes at you, from one eye to the other (Penthouse and my own observation as well)
  • One liners can work if she likes you, if not, you’re fucked.
  • Intellectualism, or concepts and pretentiousness if displayed via unearthly confidence, works and makes them feel stupid. At which point you can then laud them for something they do well. You must do this stealthily though, the next day or hour or something, slip it in there.
  • Flattery that they believe, is key
  • Women are basically men with low-self esteems destroyed by advertising, if you say anything make sure it’s good concerning anything about their appearance. Don’t get yourself into trouble by introducing the complexity of it in conversation. TROUBLE.
  • If you’re dealing with a professional woman, stay away. If not, don’t try and compete on her turf, ever. Women are more territorial than men about their ‘work’ whatever it is. Don’t challenge it, and as Dale Carnegie would say “What good did winning an argument every do for you, if all it gets, is the person’s anger at you?” To this, I say, unless you are a successfully thought-out philosopher, don’t attempt to lure them into your own ideology, ever.
  • Challenge the women on your own turf. I.e. Your own profession. Women are suckers for the older authority figure father-brother complex. Use it, they using you for your own mother-sister-fuck complex. Let her. Then you’ll end up fucking each other.
  • After this, extol her for things she knows about her own ‘work.’
  • Accentuating her ass when she walks to the bathroom. She knows you’re looking, always. Women know what men like but hide it well, women are a box of secrets and yes, women are indeed much a mystery, to themselves especially.
  • Project strength in a real way, and unearthly confidence. Not fake, has to be real. You must believe yourself. At least for the time it takes to seduce her.
  • Remember: No matter what she says, if she likes you, she wants to be seduced. If you are with a non-intellectual girl or woman, name it at your peril. You won’t sleep with her or bare her children, whatever your values are…

This blog is now too long, more on this later… 🙂