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[swears]

You don't know Liverpool girls. She would just roll her eyes and end up shagging the waiter or something.

 

[nomadologist]

You think?

Could be. But I guarantee you that she would still feel jealous.

The thing about girls, no matter what they say or do, is that if they think a guy likes them, they really get off on it and use it for all its worth. If they think someone they assumed likes them has eyes for other girls, they get jealous.

Don't believe otherwise!

 

[nomadologist]

Badiou, from the Scene of Two:

The following can be conceived as a commentary on Lacan's statement that love comes to supplement the lack of sexual rapport.

Formally, one must determine what a function of supplement is, even up to the point at which a rapport cannot be written. Ontologically, one accepts that if sexual rapport cannot be written, if it is non-existent as an effect of structure, then love itself as supplement can only arrive by chance. The event that must be registered as love is what, in my language, establishes that the sexual is of the order of being. It is what Lacan asserted when he professed that love is an approach, or a "coming aboard": "Being is love which comes aboard in the encounter."

The encounter is, in effect, the name of the amorous chance, inasmuch as it initiates the supplement. It is, of course, the encounter guided by the obscure star of the object, but in excess of it, since it goes straight to that aspect of the object from which the subject draws its little bit of being. And, through a reversal contained completely in the declaration "I love you" (it's you I love, and not exclusively the object you carry), love comes to assert — this is its constituent excess — that it is from the being of the subject that the object, as cause of desire, has the singularity of its presentation, and finally the charm of its appearance.

In comparison with the essentially disjunctive sexual difference, love, in subsuming the object under the being of the subject, constructs the introductory scene in which the non-rapport takes place as counting, the counting-for-two.

As a consequence of an encounter, what is the possibility of a Two which counts neither as one, nor as the sum of one plus one? A Two counted as two in an immanent way? Such is the problem of a scenario in which the Two is neither fusion nor summation. In which, consequently, the Two is in excess of that which composes it, without, for all that, annexing the Three. A real Two, since what composes it is only, by itself or in its being, a non-rapport which agitates the lure of the object.

 

[swears]

It would be great to find a girl I really liked, then have her sort of like me, then go out with somone who embodied her idea of female beauty (whether I agreed or not), and have her see me around town with this "perfect" girl.

 

[nomadologist]

It would be great to find a girl I really liked, then have her sort of like me, then go out with somone who embodied her idea of female beauty (whether I agreed or not), and have her see me around town with this "perfect" girl.

Yes! Now you're talking.

 

[gek-opel]

Badiou, from the Scene of Two:

With sexual intercourse as the real/unnameable of love.

 

[gek-opel]

Yes! Now you're talking.

Nomad yr corrupting Swears unneccessarily into being a total bastard! Do go on...

 

[nomadologist]

Yup. I had never read this till recently, it's more interesting to me than Badiou on Heidegger, though some of his jargon is weak.

 

[nomadologist]

Nomad yr corrupting Swears unneccessarily into being a total bastard! Do go on..

I have a corrosive effect almost anywhere I go, I find.

 

[gek-opel]

Yup. I had never read this till recently, it's more interesting to me than Badiou on Heidegger, though some of his jargon is weak.

I found a good Badiou article called "What is love?" with these diagrams that kind of explained his view on sexuation... it was available online but I just checked and the link is dead... worth checking out though

 

[nomadologist]

I picture Swears liking girls like this:

 

[nomadologist]

But he really wants to sleep with girls like this:

 

[swears]

nomadologist hangs out in NYC with guys like this:

 

[nomadologist]

nomadologist hangs out in NYC with guys like this:

This is uncannily accurate! hahahahahah

 

[nomadologist]

No but really my friends are more like this:

 

[nomadologist]

these two were my housemates in college, for real:

left side: dad in the chicago seven

right side: oil money

 

[swears]

Goes to show you can't buy good taste.

 

[nomadologist]

You sure can't.

God now I just got lost in last night's party looking for people i know.

Thanxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

 

[nomadologist]

gay, unfortunately ==>

i'm getting censored! oh well

 

[swears]

Looks like momus if he was half his age and a club kid.