rabbit blog:
You’re craving that one split second BEFORE you fuck the guy, and nothing more. Most of us are hung up on that moment, thanks to being flooded with its supreme significance through every minute of our waking hours on earth.

Well, yes  … it represents everything. The moment at birth when your gaze locks onto your mother. Which must be about the happiest moment in life. Depressing thought—but I saw it, I witnessed my grandson being born and taking a deep breath and starting to cry. Someone must have quickly checked him out—I was just impressed by the pop-up sponge quality of the whole thing—and he was placed upon his mother’s breast. Slowly, as his eyes realized they had a gaze, very slowly, his eyes turned upward toward her face—how did he know to do that?

Must be instinctual—and their eyes locked. That was it, her expression melted, she was in love … and he was set. For life? Pretty much. What more could you want than to be welcomed to this strange place by someone to whom you’d just become the center of all existence.

Never mind that it isn’t true. Obviously, we are meant, in order to thrive, to believe it for a while. To live in the center of her love, in order to learn. In order to become a human child. Obvious, too, that the craving of that moment, anticipating it, is way easier than growing up.

Rabbit is impossible. I would be happy to just copy her blog. She has a way of telling the truth that … well, she’s just a spectacular and very funny writer. See her Giant Tits post, “Milking It,” June 19.

But keep in mind, just two seconds later, you’re breathing again while Marc fumbles with his boxer briefs … It doesn’t get much better than the minute your eyes meet, and you know. That’s the pinnacle, but it’s just one tiny moment, blown out of proportion.

And who, who, after getting this far does not believe it’s all pinnacles from then on.

If you’d actually dated Marc, you’d know that he was careless with people, tended toward self-obsession, and farted incessantly in bed at night.

And is just not that into you, anyway.

Just the teeniest bit of thought tells us that Anticipatory Bliss Moment plays an enormous part in the squirrel wheel of desire and consumption that is the working capitalist system. The directors at Goldman Sachs need to remodel their homes in the Hamptons. They really do.

Look at Architectural Digest sometime. No, I mean, stop drooling and really look. You, dear friend, likely cannot and perhaps wish not to conceive of what a single one of those rooms cost. Though I must say, we’re beginning to face just where the money’s coming from. And where it’s quite directly going.

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