Utilizing sexy analogies, I attempt to reveal the hidden eroticism of the paranormal experience, and how our persistent efforts to compile evidence of the same reduces it to an objectified pornography!
Are we voyeuristically obsessed with peeping into the experiences of others? Is photographic evidence just a soulless masturbatory husk of the actual experience? And why do we prefer to pleasure ourselves with indirect quickies instead of opening up to the real thing?
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