When you are someone who sends out thousands of emails a week, you have to work hard for authentic connection.
After days of spewing electronic messages out into the ether with the hope, if you are really good, for a 19% open rate, you need an antidote.
As a succor, you need flesh. The real deal. Skin pressing skin, mouth on mouth, sweat and spit. You want to take it all the way in the back of your throat to stop yourself from talking. You need to shut the fuck up and throw your whole body into nonverbal animal communication and obliterate all words.
I no longer wonder why so many programmers are into kink.
You need all your dirty parts licked clean of all the SPAM and eWaste that has been shooting out at you through your computer screen, its nasty film covering your entire being with too much information.
It doesn't HAVE to be sex. It could be curling up with another animal (or human) and purring or cooing. No words. Just touch. Even a good hug can wash away some of the static cling.
If I don't have authentic connection often enough, I turn into a whimpering, unintelligible mess. I start to send out emails with the wrong words in the subject line. I give people mistaken titles and forget to confirm appointments. I become indistinguishable from SPAM.
I was going to say it's hard to predict exactly how and when you must insist on an authentic connection. It's easy: EVERYDAY. Or AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE.
After days of spewing electronic messages out into the ether with the hope, if you are really good, for a 19% open rate, you need an antidote.
As a succor, you need flesh. The real deal. Skin pressing skin, mouth on mouth, sweat and spit. You want to take it all the way in the back of your throat to stop yourself from talking. You need to shut the fuck up and throw your whole body into nonverbal animal communication and obliterate all words.
I no longer wonder why so many programmers are into kink.
You need all your dirty parts licked clean of all the SPAM and eWaste that has been shooting out at you through your computer screen, its nasty film covering your entire being with too much information.
It doesn't HAVE to be sex. It could be curling up with another animal (or human) and purring or cooing. No words. Just touch. Even a good hug can wash away some of the static cling.
If I don't have authentic connection often enough, I turn into a whimpering, unintelligible mess. I start to send out emails with the wrong words in the subject line. I give people mistaken titles and forget to confirm appointments. I become indistinguishable from SPAM.
I was going to say it's hard to predict exactly how and when you must insist on an authentic connection. It's easy: EVERYDAY. Or AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE.
