Code Man

My personal disgust threshold was always pretty low. All these benighted people needed to have their complacencies rattled. I was meant to take up that risk, defy the censors, search out & assault social norms (as an artist). I eventually came to play the role of a heroic transgressor  (which had its own assorted vanities & occlusions). Violating the boundaries of less powerful people for my own amusement made me feel like a creative genius. I measured my success in outrage generated. I was no one’s victim.

It was probable to offend people, because offended people I generally regarded as morons. I was the rebellious, anti-establishment one, gleefully disrupting the status quo. Sublimating aggression into art was what made me feel alive ( potentially transcendent).

In my childhood, I was overly self-aware. It just wasn’t clear, what caused such feelings of self-consciousness. Sometimes I felt fulfilled & stimulated, at other times, my extra-sensory perception intensified the shock, confusion, panic, euphoria, anxiety.

However I draw my casualty arrows, (there is no doubt) the more fun I started having, the more humorless I could speak on the pedagogy of dissociation. I positioned myself always on the wrong side of exchange of the...

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