The Ripple Effect

A million scary bugs hide in the cracks of these walls.

They wait in the dark and when they think that I’m asleep

they drop into bed.

The scariest bugs are mosquito hawks; they have wings as
sharp as knives.

I pull the blanket over his my head and dream about angels.

They are naked and very pretty

Their nakedness makes me tingle

Dad says the angels tingle like that too.

Suddenly a spider as big as a hand lands on my bed!

But Dad says hush now and think about heaven.

Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 all rights reserved

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The Kiss

VR based digital painting of two mail avatars in the last few seconds before a kiss
The Kiss

soft

       hard

stroke smooth smoothly stroked back

rest chest on chest

                                  thigh on thigh

my hard on your soft

kiss…

(c) Bob Goldstein 1976

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Color Me Real

 

People – Barbara Streisand and Stevie Wonder
Community Audio

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A Gilligan’s Island of the Damned

Gilligan's Island by Jean Paul Sarte

My therapist told me that I had called her last Saturday.

I remember that my hands were trembling.

She said that some of my alters are mad at her, especially Bobby.

They think she wants them dead.

She said that I called her and said that I was in crisis.

She said that Bobby wanted a meeting with her in Second Life.

I envisioned what a session in Second Life with all of my alternates would look like and came up with Gilligan’s Island as existential fever dream: Hell is other avatars.

Our castaways don’t know that they’ve been shipwrecked and each will torture the other for seeking rescue.

Eh well, let’s continue…

My therapist said she refused Bobby’s demands.

The only thing I remember about the call to her is that my hands trembled.


Later, after the session, I realized that my teen self had demanded that my therapist meet him in Second Life and the absurdity made me laugh out loud.

My therapist is right not to go into Second Life.

Her clinical judgment is impeccable

This has been another rough week.

I always lose time but there is a bi-polar part to my illness, so I’m a bit manic, I get little sleep and my brain is in overdrive.

My goal is to be more consistent and more present over the next five days and catch up with my growing community on WordPress

(This was first posted in March of 2015. I re-read it and found that it’s still relevant.)

RG 2015-2016

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I’m the Person You don’t know who is Not the Pathological Narcissist Mentioned in Rob Goldstein’s Blog Post that You Haven’t Read

The Medusa

First posted May 13, 2016

In October of last year a woman claimed on an unrelated topic posted to The Neighborhood that she was the Narcissist I was writing about on my blog.

What can one say about a woman who identifies herself on the blog of someone she doesn’t know as one of two unnamed women described as malignant narcissists in a post on Art by Rob Goldstein.

(A post I’ve since taken down)

Her comment had nothing to do with the topic and seemed designed to draw attention to her Flickr stream.

This is such a perfect example of nearly everything I’ve described on this blog and read elsewhere about the toxic methods of pathological narcissists.

Here is what she posted:

“well, other then the post he made on his blog about the Malignant Narcissist which is me. Very very horrible blog and I am highly insulted. I understand his condition precipitated this. Sorry to say this, but he felt strongly to use this distortion of lies to post on his blog and Flickr site”

All of America is now familiar with the infantile and selfish behaviors of the malignant narcissist.

Trump as a spoiled toddler having a tantrum on a golf course
Found on Giphy

She was ‘sorry’ to have to say the things she was saying; but not so sorry she wouldn’t say them.

What can you say about a person so infantile and needy they claim
to be the anonymous person in a post about a malignant narcissist?

Sad.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-207 All Rights Reserved

 

 

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