I was watching ‘Tin Man’ last night on the Sci-Fi channel. It’s not bad, but it has more interesting ideas than execution. I’m still watching it though because the flashes of brilliance might get more frequent.
It got me thinking about childhood fantasies. The most popular stories often involve tornadoes or rabbit holes taking us to wonderful places where children get to be active participants instead of passive observers. I think we like these stories because we inherently don’t beleive that the world we live in is exciting or interesting enough. We want to go somewhere else and much like Dorothy, we don’t know where that place is, but we know it’s not here.
I think the Internet has become a tornado for people now. I know the first time I logged into a BDSM chatroom I felt like I was embarking on an adventure. I was escaping conservative North Carolina where BDSM could only be accessed through ‘Beauty’ books or leftover Gor novels. Chatrooms grew into discussion groups, fiction story archives, cyber sex and dirty e-mails. I met one of the loves of my life through the Internet and right now I keep in touch with my kinky friends through livejournal and my blog. When my anxiety last week was at it’s worse, I got supportive e-mails from Oz and Wonderland, encouraging me to come back.
I think sometimes that people online don’t really understand how lucky we all are. We are one click away from a new Emerald City or one e-mail away from meeting the Red Queen. Before the Internet, we were stuck on that Kansas farm wishing for something, anything, different and the best we could hope for was meeting someone who didn’t think we were too weird for owning a paddle bought in some kinky gas station.
I think we’re living in a fantasy land right now and we don’t even notice it.