about time, I guess
This appeals to me on two levels when I start thinking about it.
One is the basics of quantum physics, which I am still largely unable to grasp, even after 25 years of passive study.
What, me? Unrealistic expectations?
The other is as the embodiment of my deeply-rooted geekboy sexual tendencies. Since my early twenties, I have had a fantasy about something I call erotic bilocation, which, in a nutshell, is the ability to have sex and, within co-consciousness, be physically in a different place in the room observing events.
It’s about like a centaur fetish in practice, I realize, but if a quantum physicist can make a particle oscillate and not oscillate at the same time…
Thinking about it, I think perhaps the fascination with erotic bilocation (apart from an unhealthy attachment to a toxic sexual relationship in my past) fits in with a larger psychological desire to be someone else on some level (beyond the traceable one that’s associated with my particular manifestation of bipolar disorder). At one point I started a dialogue with Dr. Annie Sprinkle (that I quickly abandoned when I realized I couldn’t explain what it was I wanted to know in the most specific sense) about her experiences as a porn actress in some of her edgier performances.
Sex, low self-esteem, and quantum physics. So geeky, I’m almost embarassed.