In Anticipation of an Imposing Light Bulb Moment To my Men Alive! (and those of you simply passing by): As I assemble my thoughts in fits and starts betwixt these sips of chai, I savor an apocalyptic vantage point whilst the wish-wishing of the washing machine attempts to drown out Debussy’s “Children’s Corner.” It’s a read more..
To my Men Alive! (and those of you simply passing by):
As I assemble my thoughts in fits and starts betwixt these sips of chai, I savor an apocalyptic vantage point whilst the wish-wishing of the washing machine attempts to drown out Debussy’s “Children’s Corner.” It’s a blissfully mundane midwinter morning in flat G as I look futureward with the everlasting task at hand of remembering who it is I am and how that Adam translates into this instant’s bits of becomingness.
I’m in the midst of a sea of projects prompted by the ongoing shifts in online advertising. Since the RentBoy raid, there’s been a volley of fear-fueled censorship, and MassageM4M and MasseurFinder’s nonsensical new policies that include not posting links to professional websites (that instead of protecting them, solely proves to complicate the lives and livelihoods of body and spirit workers, all while confusing potential patrons) has resulted in my business being slashed in half (note: both upped their prices and banned me and a slew of other providers since this was written).
So what was it Plato made known? “Necessity is the mother of innovation,” I believe. So, yeah – It’s personally become a period of surface nervousness over an old, old understanding that inspiration ought thrive in times of external interference. This ancient knowledge bubbles into my today space, and stirs – startles! – me: The setback is a creative catalyst, a revolution of perspective toward expansion and possibility.
The blog has broken with its format as I’ve simultaneously stepped back to wrap my mind around how I can effectively reach men and widen what it is I do to serve them more resolutely. From fashioning a landing page for Google ad words to slowly rewording www.SimplyAdam.com to gearing up for my first hardcore photo shoot, there’s much on the horizon.
Meanwhile, I’ve assigned writing a “someday song” to the sideline (“for in this heated newness, we feel a shiver of recognition”) and await a day when I regain the verve to draft entries that drop flavorful phrases such as “at 33, it occurs to me” and “an unraveling universality.” Ideas, ideas – for the assured fruitfulness to shadow this frustration.
If you’ve missed “Man Alive!”s prosey poetics of bitten-into wisdom, know that you don’t need to be a tweeter to follow me on Twitter. You can find “@KnowFromAdam” at www.twitter.com/KnowFromAdam. I figure if meaning is formed from communication, comprehension, and service, then social media is the perfect place to make it.
And as the landscape of my vocation changes, if you’d like to support me in progressing purposefully and prosperously, I’d appreciate any sharing of past blog entries that have moved you or retweeting of content you consider relevant – or providing feedback on how I can best let the world know that guys outside of the conventional modeling of “escort” and “masseur” exist along with the immeasurable extras we deliver beyond the customary commodification of physical healing and “sensorial” relaxation. Yea, beyond brief relief.
Something big is coming up, and it’s a mixed bag. The revelatory is rooted in the repetitive visiting of reality. Here, wide-eyed and wonder-minded, we access epiphany and prospect. So I’m willing and ready to sit out this discomfort – existing in the uncertainty – with a somewhat heavy head, anticipating some imposing light bulb moment, remaining steady in the belief that it’s more important than ever for us to ripen within ourselves that which we wish to witness around us.
An adaptable Adam
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