Macbook Charger
Smooth, hard malleable rubber cord — with a lightweight metal cylinder at the tip — clanks against my glass table. The off-white cord has dark smudges along its round edges. A cloud of time-worn dust, congealed. On the side of the cylinder is a rectangle — with 5 little gold prongs sticking out — the connectors. I imagine the blue electricity running through the little prongs, as they stick into the 5 holes of my macbook. Like a sexual exchange of bits and bytes. A connection of the Avatar.
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Maybe sex doesn’t have to be taboo. Maybe sex is the exchange of our bits and bytes. Information between 2 humans. Beyond 0s and 1s, something deeper that lies within us. The current that runs through us all. Macbook Charger Cord. Keeps the juice going, keeps us alive.
