
False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Macbeth, 1. 7
We watched Catfish unfolding, huddled together for comfort, bracing against what we knew would be the inevitable outcome of an Idealized dream ne’er-cum-true. Suspense hitching our weight, ratcheting tension, like the slow cranking of a roller coaster to its initial and highest peak, knowing that soon, with the protagonist, we would be spiraling downward at a breakneck speed.
The masks behind the masks - always prepared with another story to support the last fabrication - were all too familiar. How could we not relate, when this experience so paralleled our own? Although our empathy quickly evaporated, turning away when the protagonists didn’t realize their own rationalizations - their own pride was the mask for their faults. For our own sakes, however, this lesson would not go unlearned.
We returned to where we had began our evening - our place of quiet, of sanctuary, and feeling quite agitated, I knew that sleep would elude me lest I shift my focus. I gazed longingly at my love, her small hands gently stroking the scrabble on my cheek she so adores, and I knew that this was the place of fullness, completion and circularity: in her arms. And so as I allowed sleep to take me, we ended the evening as we began - a lover’s embrace and this time, my arms filled her body, my lungs filled with her scent, and my heart filled with an unearthly gratitude knowing I had more to be thankful for than I could ever truly express.
Upon entering the new domain, she was at first shocked and surprised. Here in this new community, there were people of all sorts with welcoming invitations for friendship. It was almost flattering.
But the new people weren’t that different from the others - it was all just instrumental behavior, repackaged, remixed, and subtle enough to fool most others. But not her. Not for long.
Ever the eternal iconoclast - she had taken the necessary steps - withstood the rejection of the world. Being ostracized was more of a comfortable blanket. So despite what the new “friends” might think, she would not join.
When the Tiger came, he growled mightily. The scent of the prey and predator prickled his nostrils and with bared fang. Together, they quickly set about dismantling the machinations and manipulations of the would-be elite.
Sorting through the detritus of the world - and she saw with clarity the same songs and dances. Together, they found paths through the labyrinth and fathomed the unfathomable.
She, the eternal non-conformist, with the strength borne of years of forging, reinforced her status as the new Keeper at the human zoo. She realized that they were all imposters, that the interactions were illusory. She knew that like fairies, they needed you to believe in them to exist and now, there would be no more room for pretenders.
Scales fallen from the eyes- with elegance and grace, full from the prowl of night, she returned her focus to the real. And with the Tiger, strode off into the dawn of a real ever after. div { margin: 0px; }

Most of my mail goes to automatic delete, so unless I personally know you, don’t expect a response. Oft-repeated message - ‘tell me about yourself… you seem like x, y, and z. Who are you really ?’
My answer, always - You seem to already know everything that you need to know. Be’ware my flame or order some false teeth.
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So little was known about this new primate habitat and despite its immense population and people’s constant interactions, people knew very little about the behavior of its inhabitants, preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, she was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks of the primates.
Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the mass appeals and herd mentality. She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than another animal.
At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this. Plus it helped for her to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, where she developed and grew beyond her limitations, and developed her theories. Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.
Cyber Anthropology
So little was known about this new primate habitat. Despite its immense population and constant interactions, very little is actually known about the behavior of its inhabitants, most preferring instead to make assumptions and operate on presuppositions. Unlike her predecessor, Lia was the new observer at the Human Zoo and had to deal with teeming masses of other humans joining in the ever-expanding ranks.
Still, the dynamics were the same. She would observe, describe, interact minimally, make predictions, and test her hypotheses. She would note the group dynamics behind the interactions - the dance of the Alphas, the mating rituals, the male display behavior, the pecking orders, the poo flinging, the emotional appeals and - most salient of all - the herd mentality.
She would shoulder alongside their burden of freedom, to see if rational thought prevailed over superstition, or if individualism would prevail over conformity. And she would comment - sharing her field and naturalistic observations with the very population whom she studied - all in an attempt to see if people could rise above their biology and be more than just another animal.
At the best of times there was resistance. At the worst of times, blatant judgment and outright rejection were her only results. But as a student of life, she was prepared for this.
Time away helped her to keep perspective and so often was she to leave behind the Zoo - where the monkeys had taken over - and spend time in her interior landscape, the world of flesh and blood, where she developed emotionally and grew beyond her own limitations, and, in the sunlit sanctuary of her studio, fine-tuned her theories.
Such is the life of the Cyber Anthropologist.


Online Drama Part III
On a personal note, I much prefer to speak in the flesh where I can be more effective and real. T’internets are a fun way to observe human behavior, find a little amusement, and perhaps exchange ideas. I keep some bloggy things (SU, Tumblr, FB) for journalling my thoughts and bookmarking sites. I choose to invest my energies in the Real World, and with fully-functioning people.
The people who pour their energy into their online persona are most always terribly maladroit. They are unable to connect successfully with others in the outside world. Why believe in faeries ? The cost/benefit analysis doesn’t work.
~ Lia
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