The Progressive Net Therapist

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 succes=
sful in completing the demanding (three year) course of therapeutically ste=
mmed learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that promises to provide a=
mazing 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 be=
en treating patients via the Internet ever since its early years. He has al=
so written some stunning books such as 'Extropian leaps' and 'Waves + subst=
ance = Life'.

Recent discoveries in 'Quantum Theory, Psychology' and its function m=
ethodology, using up to date research of brain mechanics, have declared tha=
t the lateral workings of the computer are not just a mere poetic or metaph=
orical simile. The various working formats and functions of the wave-driven=
, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do also possesse=
s physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of execution, the behav=
ior of this chemical induced muscle in the human cranium, does offer simila=
rities and connections that relate to computer interactivity.

For instance, waves, or should I say 'Oscillons' take on a life of th=
eir own once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other =
and to form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either squar=
e or hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also col=
lectively influence the macro simultaneously. These 'Oscillons' are wave en=
ergies, 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 'Lif=
e'. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers conn=
ect, 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 ph=
ysical 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 af=
firmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.

My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by w=
hat 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 t=
his is all because of this desperate biting need for some form of glandulai=
re interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you must of fe=
lt, so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge of being b=
adly designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized, verbalizati=
ons and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner exertions. We =
are all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture, sometimes I f=
eel like a broken down 'Amstrad'.

But less of my emotional 'id-bashing', and all that ad-hoc, ego cente=
red diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial rev=
elations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have t=
ime 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 tr=
y it too and share my experiences.

I became very interested in 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion', there were th=
ousands of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our lo=
cality. 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 encou=
nter.

I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date th=
e 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 ma=
le siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this ev=
er-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 restauran=
t across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized b=
y highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him d=
own and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externali=
zed, protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in per=
son and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first tim=
e, especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid a=
nd 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 ag=
ree that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible functio=
ns, the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the first thi=
ngs that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate enhancement=
, but also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my quantum real=
izations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason and he was th=
e 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 wi=
th the men of my choice.

I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We seve=
red each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and push=
ed forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead to t=
he base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His princ=
ipal organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I nea=
rly drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an immedia=
te 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 objec=
ts 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 narrativ=
es.

I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my cav=
ity 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 o=
n. He made it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious relat=
ionship and was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased with=
out 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. T=
his time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the pe=
lvis; the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my ha=
nds holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the kne=
e and foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and rol=
led my nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed mi=
neral 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 involuntar=
y contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber contr=
acted 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 enti=
re second year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologica=
lly 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 focus=
ed.

I wholeheartedly recommend that anyone who has a deep, niggling urge =
to unearth their hidden subconscious realms, and for those whom are serious=
ly interested to learn what they actually are. To explore their alternate s=
elves 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

Sleazy Art Meetings (10)

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 succes=
sful in completing the demanding (three year) course of therapeutically ste=
mmed learning. I can then evolve into a vocation that promises to provide a=
mazing 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 be=
en treating patients via the Internet ever since its early years. He has al=
so written some stunning books such as 'Extropian leaps' and 'Waves + subst=
ance = Life'.

Recent discoveries in 'Quantum Theory, Psychology' and its function a=
nd 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 me=
taphorical simile. The various working formats and functions of the wave-dr=
iven, quantum self; and its metaphysical networking qualities; do also poss=
esses physiological workings. A natural non-linear type of execution, the b=
ehavior of this chemical induced muscle in the human cranium, does offer si=
milarities and connections that relate to computer interactivity.

For instance, waves, or should I say 'Oscillons' take on a life of th=
eir own once they formulate. They have been observed to attract each other =
and to form strings and various micro crystal-like structures, either squar=
e or hexagonal. They do not merely hide in realm of the micro, but also col=
lectively influence the macro simultaneously. These 'Oscillons' are wave en=
ergies, 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 'Lif=
e'. The human body is kept alive, kept awake by this energy, computers conn=
ect, 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 ph=
ysical 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 af=
firmations, is a lack that teases my inner harmony.

My emotional sensibilities are unreachable to others, fenced off by w=
hat 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 t=
his is all because of this desperate biting need for some form of glandulai=
re interaction, intuitively shared. Oh Lacan, I now know how you must of fe=
lt, so disparate and overwhelmingly emasculated by the knowledge of being b=
adly designed, a social construct, with all those culturalized, verbalizati=
ons and leaving your lips and yet, not reflecting real inner exertions. We =
are all engineered and Clumsily built for an economy culture, sometimes I f=
eel like a broken down 'Amstrad'.

But less of my emotional 'id-bashing', and all that ad-hoc, ego cente=
red diction. I am here to tell you about my more intimate and sensorial rev=
elations with actual people. Because of my constant studying I don't have t=
ime 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 tr=
y it too and share my experiences.

I became very interested in 'Adult Net, E-Wave Fusion', there were th=
ousands of married Post, Post Yungians and progressive Extropians in our lo=
cality. 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 encou=
nter.

I found a seemingly incalescent kind of guy online and made a date th=
e 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 ma=
le siphoning off my emotional energies when I have so much to do in this ev=
er-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 restauran=
t across from him made my vertebrate throb. It was as if I was, energized b=
y highly charged batteries. From the moment I saw him I wanted to pin him d=
own and connect my lickerishness and robust inner velocity to his externali=
zed, protrudence. We'd had quite an exchange of emails before we met in per=
son and it was a little embarrassing to meet face to face for the first tim=
e, especially after telling him how I liked to be broken down into fervid a=
nd 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 ag=
ree that when it comes to the measuring of their perceived tangible functio=
ns, the physical measure of their urinary tool size is one of the first thi=
ngs that come to mind. Yet I was not just interested in primate enhancement=
, but also cerebral inter-connections that would also shake my quantum real=
izations out of their fissures. I had a great time with Jason and he was th=
e 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 wi=
th the men of my choice.

I intermeshed with Jason for the first time in a cheap motel. We seve=
red each other's accoutrements and I managed to pin him to the bed and push=
ed forward my tabby against his braincase from the top of the forehead to t=
he base of the protruding part of the lower jaw, from ear to ear. His princ=
ipal organ of taste was powerful and hot. I issued forth so hard that I nea=
rly drowned him, exuding volatile components of condensation and an immedia=
te 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 objec=
ts 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 narrativ=
es.

I always perform the act of passing alimentary calcium through my cav=
ity 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 o=
n. He made it obvious that he had no intentions of starting a serious relat=
ionship and was going to explore my intimate peripherals as he pleased with=
out 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. T=
his time I was reposing on my posterior portion between the neck and the pe=
lvis; the dorsum. With my legs open to a fuller extent or width, with my ha=
nds holding his skull between that part of the limb that is between the kne=
e and foot. He took me over the brink when he put forth his fingers and rol=
led my nozzles. They felt relatively hard and were like naturally formed mi=
neral 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 involuntar=
y contractions of the muscles followed, it was so intense every fiber contr=
acted 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 enti=
re second year in the therapy program I was constantly getting physiologica=
lly 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 focus=
ed.

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



http://www.furtherfield.org/mgarrett/mgw/docs/playful_art_text.htm

Gee wiz. Rediscovering abuses of the human being in new wrappings.
It's a wonderful wooorld inside your brains–and quite soon,
that's all you're ever going to be seeing. Ever.

What a shame.

On Sat, 15 Mar 2003, marc.garrett wrote:

> Sleazy Art Meetings (10)

IDIOT…


> Gee wiz. Rediscovering abuses of the human being in new wrappings.
> It's a wonderful wooorld inside your brains–and quite soon,
> that's all you're ever going to be seeing. Ever.
>
> What a shame.
>
> On Sat, 15 Mar 2003, marc.garrett wrote:
>
> > Sleazy Art Meetings (10)
>
>