This is a space for online performance.
Is that me? Why are you calling me a performer?
You are a post-tv-zombie.
You are sitting in your childhood bedroom. It is 3 AM and you should be asleep, but you are not. The tacky bluish screen light is making your eyes tired and sore, but you still do not look away. You do not look away because you would miss the continuous flow of information.
There is no more spotlight, no more camera, no more projector. The television has been turned off for five years. Yet you still watch and you still perform. You are both spectator and spectacle.
You are still looking. You enjoy these solitary hours on your computer. You have been sitting there night after night. Only your hand moves, but you remain unsatisfied. There no final release.
But I don’t watch porn.
We are not talking about porn. That is, we are not only talking about porn. The politics of la jouissance extend far beyond the libido. By becoming a blogging body as you are doing now, you disrupt societal order, the narrative of the production line and your subsequent consumption. The simple act of clicking: watching//commenting//reposting// merges the active and the passive.
Are you aware of your body? Can you see your face reflected on the screen?
This is the manifesto of the performance of the click.