To Be Heard & Be Seen: Attention and Affection

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Lately, I’ve started to sound like a broken record. Much of what I have been writing about circles the same themes — communication, listening, fullness of presence, attention and affection, and the quiet labor of relationship. I want to find something new, but I keep returning to some of these same themes. Maybe I’m just repeating myself. Or maybe we all are.

In our current times, we are bombarded with endless chatter, in journalism, social media, and everyday banter. And yet we’re still struggling with the same unlearned skill: how to see and hear one another.

This is a time of great division. The noise of the world has never been louder, and so few of us feel understood. We divide ourselves into groups of ideology and conviction, left or right, realist or idealist, moralist or pragmatist. Each convinced of its righteousness while losing the capacity to see the other with the same right to exist and as fully human.

What we’re witnessing isn’t only political or cultural fragmentation. It’s extreme and ongoing exhaustion. Both, on a moral and personal level. Distrust and uncertainty have become our common languages.

In this capitalist existence, we’ve cultivated hyper-individuality. Turning self-expression into a kind of marketplace performance. We mistake our assertiveness for personal connection, and our judgment for intimacy. We have become a culture fluent in expressing conviction but inarticulate in the art of compassion.

Somewhere along the way, we stopped practicing the common everyday acts that keep humanity intact: listening, paying attention, allowing someone else’s truth to sit beside our own. The irony is painful — the more energy we put towards shining the light on our personal beliefs, the less we truly see the people we care about and the world around us.

Perhaps that’s why I keep writing about the same stuff. Because repetition, after all, is how we learn. I return to what remains unresolved — both in myself, in what I see in others and in the culture I am surrounded by. And what remains unresolved continues to be in the same frame of things to write about… our need to be heard, to be understood, and to remember how to see each other as whole, again and again.

Shattering of Trust

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Life has become far more complex in the information age. The speed at which news travels, the sheer volume of perspectives available, and the constant access to other people’s opinions have changed how we think — and how we relate. Every headline, post, reel or comment seems to demand that we form an immediate opinion. Even scrolling online offers an implied pressure to react and invites us to say something about everything.

I notice it in myself. Jumping to conclusions. I form half-shaped thoughts before I’ve had time to listen, research and learn. It takes time — real time — to process events and to hold space for all the nuances. But our digital culture doesn’t reward patience; it rewards individuality. And hasty opinions, offered too quickly, leaves no room for mutual understanding.

This constant flood of information has eroded trust. We no longer know what to believe — or who to believe — so we retreat into smaller circles that reflect our own biases. Online spaces amplify this fragmentation, rewarding outrage and punishing humility. Beneath the surface of our endless commentary and performance lives a quieter truth. We’ve forgotten how to be kind to one another, and even worse, how to care.  

We have stopped prioritizing the teaching of our children in how to be considerate. How to disagree without dehumanizing and humiliation. Apologize without justification. How to sit beside another person’s pain without rushing to fix it. These aren’t just niceties; they’re essential human skills. Without them, misunderstanding and becoming offended becomes our default mode, and distrust becomes one of our primary emotional armors.

Generosity of Attention and Affection

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If distrust is the fracture of our time, then attention and affection has to be the beginning of its repair.

Affection is the antidote to fear.

Showing attention and affection to another person — genuine, unhurried attention — is one of the rarest and most generous acts we can offer. It asks us to set aside our fear of being misunderstood and to offer our empathic understanding. We no longer need to perform or reinforce our opinions. All that needs to happen is to allow for someone else’s experience to take shape in our presence.

Most people think generosity is about giving things away: money and resources. But giving our time, through our attention and affection is more intimate than any of those physical forms. It’s a form of love disguised as curiosity. To ask someone a real question about themselves — not by offering our unsolicited advice, with the intention to learn who they are — tells them that their life is worth something. In a culture obsessed with self-expression, curiosity about others has become almost extinct.

Yet generosity doesn’t live only in the act of giving. To receive is just as noble — sometimes even harder. To receive what another person offers, whether it’s their pain, their critical feedback, or their truth, without defending or fixing, is a deeper discipline of love. It asks for humility. It means allowing someone else’s experience to touch us without immediately trying to change it. To truly receive another person’s truth is to say, I can hold this with you.

We rarely notice how often our ego steers us toward wanting to show someone how important we are. We “listen” for how we want to respond, not really paying the closest attention we could. We try to compete with someone’s story to show them how we are cleverer than they are. But these habits don’t build connection — they make a separation between people. The person speaking feels unseen, and the listener feels an illusion of grandiosity from their own performance.

There’s a subtle choice that sits inside every conversation:
Do I want to convince someone that I’m important, or do I want to convince them that they are?

Our true presence and attention won’t compete for speaking time or another’s attention. It receives information actively, with kindness and grace. It allows the other person’s truth to land without interruption, and in doing so, tells them that what they feel is important and their life matters. It’s the way we hold the space to listen, to make room for someone else’s reality, that brings people closer to each other.

When we listen to understand instead of to respond, we engage the most human parts of ourselves — patience, humility, compassion. It requires us to be selfless enough to let someone else’s story reshape our perspective, even slightly. That is the quiet bravery of real connection. True attention and affection doesn’t strive to impress or agree. It simply stays — steady, curious, open.

If distrust has taught us to protect ourselves, offering our attention and affection teaches us that extension is an act of love. And in that act — the simple, ancient act of listening — we begin to remember what being human together feels like and the world quietly becomes a better place.

We talk about attention as if it’s a choice, but for most of human history, it was simply built into daily life.
You woke up and someone looked at you, noticed you, responded. Today, that small exchange is disappearing. The absence doesn’t look like neglect — it’s just normal now — but it leaves an emptiness we don’t quite name. And perhaps that’s part of our wider distress: so many people move through the day unseen, untouched by ordinary care.

Listening Means Burning Calories

Listening is not silence or passivity. It’s a living and felt presence. It’s alive, engaged, and unmistakably active and visible. A loud listener communicates through the body: the eyes that stay soft and steady, the posture that leans slightly forward that says, can you tell me more, I’m with you.

True listening dissolves any existing hierarchy— there is no performing, no one is better than or worse than. It’s not about waiting politely for a turn to speak, it’s about demonstrating that we are genuinely invested in the other person voice and everything they are trying to express.

Being a loud listener also means resisting the impulse to “top” someone else’s story — that quiet competition for who has suffered more, done more, or knows more. We do this without even realizing it, but every time we redirect attention back to ourselves, the bridge between us weakens and the hierarchy creeps back in. Listening well is a kind of humility: the willingness to let another person’s experience matter more than our need to step in and speak.

When we listen with that kind of fullness of presence — knowing there is nothing fix, advice is not being asked for, it’s not a performance — we offer something rare. We become a mirror that reflects back everyone’s worth, dignity and the right to feel the way they do. And that’s all a person needs: to know that they’ve been received.

Attending To Our Pain

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If attention and affection are the beginnings of repair, then our relationship to pain determines how deep our healing can go. We learn more from processing our pain than from denying or compartmentalizing it. But denial has become one of our cultural reactions. We treat discomfort as something to avoid and dismiss instead of understanding.

Toxic positivity — the insistence on staying cheerful or “looking on the bright side” — has turned into a honorable performance. It avoids the very emotions that make empathy possible. We try to convince ourselves and others we are ok, as we are struggling. When we see pain and suffering in others, we rush in to reassure, correct, and say, “it’s not that bad”. By doing this, we silently tell them their darkness and pain is unwelcome. Isolating them further into the confines of individualistic thinking.

Real listening asks us to do the opposite: to stay close to what hurts. To be present to grief, frustration, and fear without trying to manually alter it. Because in time, all emotions are temporary, and it will all change on its own anyway. This kind of attention we can give to each other slows the transmission of pain through the web of humanity. When we listen to someone’s suffering without judgment or advice, we help them process it — not carry it alone, but carry it all the way through.

What we don’t want to do is absorb another’s pain and make it our own. Boundaries make that possible. They allow compassion to remain steady without collapsing under the weight of empathy. True presence is firm but porous: we feel with others, not take pity on them.

Every time we meet suffering with presence instead of denial or avoidance, we change its trajectory. Pain that is listened to becomes bearable; pain that is ignored manifests and spreads. Our willingness to stay with difficulty — in ourselves and others — is how we stop the any harm from passing from one heart to another.

Boundaries, Ego, and the Evolution of Compassion

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Compassion is often mistaken for limitlessness giving. As if to care deeply means to take responsibility for others pain. And do anything and everything to alleviate their pain. But compassion without boundaries can quickly wear us down. This is when empathy isn’t guided by discernment. Real compassion requires both an open heart and a solid backbone.

Boundaries protect love from becoming distorted. Reminding us that to offer our presence doesn’t mean to absorb another’s pain, to lose ourselves in their story, or to abandon our own limitations. The strongest compassion holds two truths at once: your suffering matters, and so does my capacity to stay whole while walking beside you.

Our ego wants to interrupt the process because it senses the difficulty in sitting with others pain. The rescue begins, convincing ourselves help is needed, because we have the best advice, fixing to prove our worthiness. But these impulses, while always well-intentioned, does not show our genuine care. When compassion becomes a performance, it stops being compassion and becomes control.

The evolution of compassion asks for our complete humility — to recognize that we don’t and cannot heal others. We accompany them because we know all we have are the answers for ourselves. We cannot restore someone else’s equilibrium by convincing each person of our brilliance. But through our willingness to meet someone where they are, not where we think they should be, it helps them find their own answers. It’s the choice to stay kind, empathetic and compassionate so others can find the depth of their own wisdom.

Having our own good boundaries make compassion possible. It helps stop us from burning out when we reach our limits, keeping our care to be sustainable. We learn what feelings belong to us and which belong to someone else without becoming entangled. This is what emotional maturity looks like, knowing how to hold other’s feelings without losing ourselves in the process.

Our relational evolution depends on this balance: ego tempered by humility, compassion anchored by boundaries, care guided by empathy. It’s the practice of “loving well” without losing ourselves — and being strong enough to stay gentle to the people we care about the most when the difficulty of the topics keeps testing our resolve. Learning to lean into this balance, when to open, when to pause, when to step back, when to push forward — is where intuition becomes essential.

Intuition, Repair & Healing

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Intuition is often dismissed as vague and untrustworthy, but it’s one of our deepest sources of internal guidance. It’s what that tells us when something feels off — when we’ve overstepped our boundaries, slacking on our presence and attention, or failed to offer compassion where it was needed. It’s also the voice that brings us closer to truth, to empathy, and to connection.

Our intuition sharpens through practice — by being present to and processing our pain and suffering. Forcing us to pay attention to what expands our awareness and what closes us down. When we ignore the reality of our pain, we tend to build armor around our hearts. When we listen, we begin to improve our practice of “loving well”, offering our attention and affection back to ourselves and outward to others.

Repair and healing — for ourselves, in our relationships, in communities, in culture — begins with this kind of inward intuitive listening. Asking where we feel misaligned with ourselves and gathering the courage to respond differently. Sometimes that means being quiet, taking a time out, instead of trying to formulate a premature response. Sometimes it means apologizing even when we know we did nothing wrong or speaking when it would be easier notto. Intuition doesn’t make itself known loudly, it’s a whisper. Its wisdom lives in between the spoken word, in the silence; in the pauses we rarely make.

This kind of healing and repair is slow work. It happens moment to moment, and one conversation at a time. It’s in the skills of how we train ourselves to listen, how we set boundaries, how we choose honesty over comfort. It’s not about perfection; it’s about returning, again and again, to empathy, kindness and care.

To be heard and to be seen begins here — in our willingness to stay present with another person. To be honest about our own pain and suffering and to remain open to each other’s. To offer our attention and affections freely. It is the offering of ourselves with generosity, because “love is extension”. If we can do that and be willing to make mistakes and apologize for them, we create small circles of trust that begin to hold the larger world together.

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Navigating Love and Power in a Transactional World

In 2018, I arrived in Asia with a simple intention —to learn the art of spice blending and, if I am honest, to not eat alone. For four months in India and Nepal, families invited me into their homes through home-stays where meals were shared around a common table and conversation flowed easily, full of warmth and curiosity. Those moments felt like the connection I craved.

Louis C.K. once said, “It’s kind of awkward to eat alone in a restaurant because everybody’s looking at me.”

I felt that awkwardness, especially in the quiet moments of traveling solo.

My background in education, sacred intimacy, and compassionate conversation, where I learned to dissolve shame and ask for what I wanted without fear or manipulation, helped shaped my hope for authentic encounters—meals shared, laughter exchanged, glimpses into how others live and love.

Thailand, however, was different. Airbnb meant a lock-box code and solitude. I found myself wondering how I might meet people — and, perhaps more honestly, how I might make connections. Drawn to Asian culture for as long as I can remember, I wasn’t looking for sex tourism, holiday girlfriend, or fleeting adventures as a single man. Instead, I joined dating apps, introducing myself as someone interested in authentic cultural exchange and genuine companionship. What I discovered was far more complicated than I expected.

The Marketplace of Desire

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The first thing I learned was that I am a farang — a foreigner, a word spoken with a mix of curiosity and resentment. A taxi driver explained it kindly, but I already felt it in the glances on the street, the undertones in the markets. Being a white, middle-aged, Western man carried a history, one shaped by sex tourism, gender hierarchy, and economic disparity. I wasn’t just a traveler; I was a symbol of power and privilege, whether I wanted to be or not.

Thailand’s sex tourism industry has deep roots. During the wars of the last century, from Korean to Vietnam, Thailand became a playground for Western soldiers on R&R. The legacy remains: massage parlors, go-go bars, escort agencies, entire neighborhoods that cater to foreign men. What began as wartime recreation has evolved into a transactional industry of pseudo-intimacy, where sex, pleasure and even companionship are commodities.

While walking the streets of Pattaya, I was solicited … my arm grabbed, my body brushed, invitations whispered. It wasn’t prudishness that jarred me, but because of how quickly a human interaction became a transaction. Everything could be bought: a drink, a shirt, a smile, a body. It wasn’t so different from the discrete exchanges back in America, hidden behind closed doors — just more honest about what the transaction details and what was being traded.

The Hierarchy of Want

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This transactional world revealed a deeper truth about patriarchy, where unequal access shapes desire. Men are taught to lead, to provide, to take; women to adapt, please, and follow. Over time, these roles create a quiet but powerful hierarchy, where pursuit and possession are seen as strength for men, and patience and endurance become virtues for women. When men have easy access to women, this power difference starts to feel normal—and even desirable. Attraction begins to reflect control, not who has choice.

In the sex worker industry, some women navigate this system with agency, setting prices, establishing boundaries, and controlling their earnings. They reclaim power within a patriarchal structure designed to limit it. Exposing the hidden economy beneath all relationships—where affection, attention, sex and safety are negotiated.

As Oscar Wilde observed, “Everything in the world is about sex except sex. Sex is about power.”

I saw this truth reflected in every exchange, from the streets to the apps.

Yet, for every woman exercising choice, another is driven by necessity. The same system that grants autonomy to some, creates constraint for another. Patriarchy turns relationship into a constant negotiation of dominance and submission. Even when women gain some measure of control, they must work harder to keep it, while men rarely lose power, even when they lose control.

The Clarity and Cost of Transaction

This economy of desire wasn’t limited to sex—it permeated daily life. A street vendor flattered me to sell another serving of mango and sticky rice. A woman online sought not only affection, but a monthly allowance for companionship. A bar girl laughed while negotiating her rate. These interactions revealed an invisible ledger of needs and survival, where every exchange carried a price.

It forced me to ask: Is any form of intimacy truly free from exchange, or do we simply change the currency?

Even in romantic relationships, we trade attention, validation, or status. Currencies less transparent than money but no less real. We offer care to feel needed, devotion and commitment to feel secure, desire to feel seen. The difference lies in honesty: sex work openly names the price, while romance often pretends there isn’t one, hidden beneath the so-called language of love.

Reflecting on my own journey, I recalled my years studying somatic sex education, where I learned about conscious touch as a path to healing. I was now facing a paradox: the freedom to ask for what I wanted—tenderness, connection—came through a system that turned care into commerce. My search for authentic intimacy collided with a reality where touch was a tolerated economic commodity, revealing the cost of my own privilege.

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Read Sabrinna Valisce’s full account here on what it was like under Prohibition and Decriminalisation in New Zealand.

Love as Purchase: The Marriage Economy

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The logic of these transactional exchanges extend beyond the red-light districts and into the sanctified spaces of marriage. In Asian cultures, the tradition of sin sod — a dowry offered by the groom to the bride’s family symbolizes respect and the ability to provide. Beneath the ritual, though, flows the same current of transaction and ownership disguised as devotion. Families negotiate amounts—gold, cash, status—and display them publicly, as if a woman’s worth can be measured.

For many modern couples, sin sod is symbolic — often returned after the ceremony or quietly omitted. Yet the undertone persists… in some contexts, love carries a price tag. Whether in brothels or at weddings. The difference is in the packaging, one explicit, the other beautifully dressed. Recognizing this, I began to see how deeply transaction shapes connection, even in spaces meant to transcend it.

The Work of Unlearning

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My time in Thailand keeps stripping away the layers of my own culture’s programming and illusions. I came seeking connection and found a world where desire was sold, suppressed, or (de)moralized. My background in sacred intimacy had taught me that desire isn’t immoral—it’s the unconscious power behind it that distorts love. In Thailand, I saw this power at work, not just in the sex worker industry but in every interaction shaped by economic disparity and gender roles.

The freedom to ask for touch, learned through years of study, comes at a cost here. To request tenderness or care, I had to offer money. My sense of safety relied on someone else pretending as if they were safe. This is not about guilt—it is clarity. The healing I had once found through consensual conscious touch back in America … exists here within a system that commodifies care. Forcing me to look at a different role I need to play within this framework.

Learning What I Want by Experiencing What I Don’t

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Travel (and life) has a way of revealing truths through discomfort. By staying longer in places to deal with my boredom, I learned what I wanted by encountering what I didn’t. Not flawless ideals, but the quiet strength of authenticity, care, and understanding. Our personal values take shape in uneasy, difficult and challenging places, where longing meets disillusionment and disappointment. It’s in this friction of unmet expectations where we get to clarify who we are and what we want.

Real honest love and care for another is not something that can be purchased. It’s a reciprocal give and take practice. Love is a verb, demonstrated through our daily actions as a consistent commitment to the growth of another. It’s sharing our joy’s and disappointment’s, holding presence without turning another person into a transactional object of exchange. Love refuses the invisible contracts that patriarchy and commerce impose.

Toward an Honest Love

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Love in a patriarchal world is messy and tough. It’s tangled in power, money, rigid gender roles, guilt and shame. Centuries of male dominance and economic disparity shape how we connect and what we demand. Seeing it clearly is the first step.

When we realize our genuine care gets twisted into a trade of wants and demands, we start breaking free from patriarchy’s grip. Centuries of men holding power and wealth have turned love into a deal, but facing this raw truth—without sugarcoating—lets us choose real connection over scripted roles that serves the greater good.

It’s about acting with guts to reject those roles.

Love will always brush up against the edge of power —
but if we can name it and call it out, and handle it with honesty and curiosity, rather than control,
then something honest and real can emerge:
not a transaction or a show, but actual presence.

A shared table where no one eats alone.

Power Over vs Power With

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The concept of power is misunderstood. We see it all over the media, politics & government, academics, leadership, and relationships. Most often, power is distorted into a hierarchical form, a chain of command. Which is true but, only partially true. There is another side to power rarely talked about, and it deserves a voice.

The Shape of Power

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Power is everywhere. From kings conquering empires and committing genocide. To the quiet power of love and connection between people and communities.

It moves through families as silence, abandonment and favoritism. It governs classrooms and workplaces through fear or mistrust. It shapes governments, economies, cultures and markets. It also shows up in the body as sexuality … raw, undeniable and impossible to fake.

In each encounter we make, the concept of power can bend either way.
Power over … domination, control, diminishment.
Power with … connection, illumination, expansion

We can feel the difference in our bodies. The tightening of our throats when we hesitate to speak or when we are silenced. The expansion in our chest, breathing more easily, when we are given the chance to be heard, to tell our story and be seen.

Power is never a neutral concept. It always shapes who we are becoming … as individuals and as a human race.

First Lessons: The Family

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This is our first taste of power.

Some parents were heavy handed, ruling with anger and punishment. Pinning siblings against each other, playing favorites, and demanding loyalty at any cost. More often, though, power hid in silence, in what could not be said. Truths were buried for the sake of keeping the family intact, even if it meant tearing the family apart from the inside.
This is power over … thriving on secrecy, shame and control.

And then the truth teller arrives. The one who speaks the unsayable. Who questions and refuses the inherited family storyline script. Their intention may be repair, but their reflection can sometimes feel like an attack on the status quo. They get accused of being disloyal, cruel and judgmental.

Because power over cannot tolerate reflections or mirrors. To reflect is to be a rebel.

What the truth teller offers is not the concept of “power over” but the invitation into power with. To face problems together. To be a compassionate listener, even when it hurts to hear. To risk honesty for something more than the silence. For the sake of real love and connection.

Families can rise, or they can fall apart, on this choice.

Work & Authority

I worked at a government community college for 25 years, through six different administrations. This same choice between power over and power with plays out in every workplace as well.

One president of the college I worked at shoved his decisions down everyone’s throats. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” Not many people had the courage to stand up to him. Fear drove obedience. But obedience did not inspire anyone to be a better person or improve their performance. It encouraged people to protect themselves. Not step out of line. Work to rule. Creativity died.

Another president expressed appreciation often. “We are all in this together.” He held his authority, sharing successes and decision-making responsibility. He welcomed every voice. He kept an open-door policy and encouraged conversation. Trust grew. People gave more than they were asked. Not because they were afraid, but because they felt seen.

It isn’t about questioning authority. The real question is: how is authority held?

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In the Classroom

I saw the same power dynamics in the classroom with students. There is always a hierarchy between teacher and student. The teacher holds the experience and curriculum… and the student must demonstrate their acquired knowledge.

But what happens when a student takes longer to learn than the time allotted? Who is responsible for the learning?
In modern academics, the power over concept dominates. Administrators are responsible for the budget, matriculation numbers and graduation rates. They pressure the teachers to move students through the system. When students don’t make the cut, the teachers are blamed. Money and control drive this power over model.

I chose a different approach, the power with model. Students are responsible for their own learning. I cannot make them learn. Just like in life, we cannot make anyone do anything. What I can do is make myself available, create the space for the students to practice, and walk beside them.  

If a student drops out because they realize they want to do something else, I still believe I have done my job as a teacher. Because education is not just about skills, but about helping students find direction, purpose, and a path that belongs to them.

Politics and Culture

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Stretch the lens wider, and the stakes sharpen.

Fascistic regimes are built on power over. Look at what is happening in America and other nations. Resources are being hoarded by the rich, promises made and remain undelivered.  Team members who disagree do not verbalize, which serves to control public opinion and stifle debate. Fear rules. Safety is guaranteed, but only if you obey.
Corruption is power over. Manufacturing scarcity so the few can control the many.

Capitalism carries the same power over principles. Relationships… human, ecological, relational … are reduced to resources for profit making. Culture is flattened by stripping away our multi-dimensional complexities and sold as something to be consumed. Big-box stores replace the messy resilience of local markets. People are reduced to consumers whose worth is measured by their spending.

But there are other ways.

Local markets are noisy, chaotic, alive and sometimes overwhelming. They embody power with. They build resilience by shortening the distance between the people and the resources that sustain life. Sellers are makers. Buyers are neighbors. Exchange becomes relationship. These roles multiply by restoring dignity beyond “consumerism”. Community is built through commerce.

Every culture leans one way or the other. Toward domination or cooperation. Toward diminishment or illumination. And the consequences are lived inside our bodies, our economies, and shows up on our streets.

Sexuality: The Body’s Laboratory

Nowhere is the difference between power over and power with felt more nakedly than in sex. The body becomes the place where “domination over” and “connection with” show their truth. Flesh doesn’t lie.

Power Over” Sex

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The conquest … and one of the oldest scripts. Penis power!

He takes her. Owns her. She yields. Sometimes resistance provokes his violence. His penetration, his orgasm – the end of the story. Her climax? Her pleasure? Optional. Secondary. Sometimes not even tended to or considered.
This is power over… Domination confused with intimacy. Submission confused with connection. Possession mistaken for love. Control mistaken for safety. Presence replaced by performance, masking the vulnerable act of truly being with another. The freedom to be fully yourself is love.  

Power over thrives on illusion. Feeding on the gap between appearance and reality. Offering only the shadows of what we long for and need: safety, belonging, and even love. But behind the curtain, what’s revealed is control instead of protection, dependence instead of belonging, possession instead of love.

Power With” Sex

Now, turn it all around … pussy power!

The woman’s pleasure is the priority. She comes first. This is where everything changes.

The penis is no longer the conqueror but a partner and co-creator. Her orgasm is not the icing on the cake, it becomes the entire meal, and you don’t get to skip it. Sex shifts from a goal-oriented race to an expansion of connection and love. Desire is no longer taken for granted… it is a shared commodity.

When sex is practiced as power with, bodies fuse in union. Lovers become undone together. Not by taking from each other, but by giving.

The BDSM Paradox

No arena shows this truth sharper than BDSM. From the amateur and outsider perspective, it looks like power over. The bondage, submission, pain and commands.

But deeper on the inside, the dynamic flips, and it tells a completely different story. Every action, every scene, rests on trust and negotiation. With each swing of the flogger, every spanking, every command is ruled by consent. The dom’s power is made real only because the sub chooses it to be.

It’s not the sub being of service to the dom. It’s the dom in service to the submissive. Submission becomes the authority. The safe word is the true center of gravity.

This is where we can see the paradox of power over versus power with. The one who is bound and submissive is free and the one who we think is in control is serving.

Flesh as Revelation

In the logic of power over, sex collapses into a performance. The body is treated as object rather than participant. Bodies meet, without honor, without compassion.  Pleasure becomes an extraction, intimacy simulated, and the encounter reduced to pure friction without embodied intimate recognition. What passes as connection is only the illusion of closeness — release mistaken for relationship, dominance mistaken for connection.

In contrast, power with sexuality shifts into discovery. A reciprocal exchange. Intimacy is not taken for granted but co-created. Needs are exchanged, not imposed upon. Giving and receiving are in union. Intimacy grows through shared vulnerability, through the willingness to learn each other’s humanness. Here, sexuality becomes a practice ground, showing us that genuine connection cannot be built on control, but only on co-creation.

Moral Repair

Power is not only about who leads or who follows. It sets the conditions in which our moral lives grow—conditions that can either strengthen us or slowly wear us down.

David Brooks speaks of illuminators and diminishers—the people who expand humanity and the ones who want to shrink it.

Power over diminishes, severing trust. It promotes silence, compliance, and self-betrayal until people forget the strength of their own voice.

Power with illuminates. It multiplies strength. It builds togetherness. It creates belonging. It restores our dignity.
The crisis of our time is not intelligence—we are already drowning in information. It is not technology—we are wired beyond measure. The crisis is relational. We have forgotten what it means to have power with. We are living through a crisis of intimacy.

Moral repair begins here. In remembering that strength is not found in putting others down but in helping them stand. Not in possession or control, but in showing up honestly, vulnerably, willing to be seen. Not through dramatic gestures, but through ordinary everyday acts of generosity and kindness. Listening without interrupting or offering unsolicited advice. Showing ourselves without deception and carrying power in a way that we can share.
 

The Double Edge of Sarcasm

The Laugh That Also Stings

I have been told I have this sarcastic wit about me … sometimes humorous and sometimes even acerbic. I’m not exactly sure where I inherited it, where it came from or where I have learned it. The double edge of sarcasm. Perhaps it was a coping mechanism. A way to manage difficult situations with what I called “humor.”

“Were you the one who bought the milk in the refrigerator? … No, the milk bottle grew legs and landed in the refrigerator by itself”

The Double Edge: Behind the Curtain

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Sarcasm is a double-edged sword and sometimes I struggle to find its lighter edge. At its best, it bonds—through inside jokes like, “Oh sure, you never burned anything that you were cooking before.” Said with a smile … meant to be the opposite of criticism… it lands as the play of an inside joke rather than a stinging barb.

Sometimes sarcasm can make a hard truth more palatable. Instead of telling someone they are full of shit… I can say “Good thing I wore my boots – it’s getting pretty deep in here.” Humor softens the confrontation. But for sarcasm to carry light, the relationship needs to have enough trust built for the message to be heard with the humor in which it was intended. But sarcasm is risky and can be slippery: it hides the true message under a layer of irony, and the listener must unpack it. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they flinch. Out of our control.

More often in my life, I’ve felt the other edge … cutting, dismissive, evasive. I’ve used sarcasm against myself, too— as a protection mechanism. Shielding both past and future wounds with irony. Pretending not to care when I cared deeply. In the process, I cut myself off from my own healing. Sarcasm can bond, yes—but for me, it has more often cut than healed. It’s a sword I’ve struggled to set down.

The Cultural Mirror

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Sarcasm wears different faces in different cultures. Watching “The Roses”, a dark comedy soaked in sarcasm, two people who can no longer meet in tenderness Their wit becoming the language of destruction. How easily wit can turn into cruelty. We laugh because it’s familiar, but underneath the humor is the heartbreak left unattended. Sarcasm becomes the clever phrase that covers up a wound, avoids vulnerability, and sincerity.

By contrast, much of British comedy treats sarcasm almost like it might be affection. Quick banter, playful exaggeration, a sly dig that says, we know each other well enough to laugh at this. The cultural meaning becomes a sign of cleverness and belonging.

But sarcasm doesn’t travel the same everywhere in the world.

In America, sarcasm often becomes a coping mechanism for what feels unbearable. After yet another mass shooting in a school, “Thoughts and prayers — that’ll fix it,” or, “At least the Second Amendment is doing its job”. The sarcastic bitter humor says what people are afraid to say plainly… That the government refuses to act while lives keep being lost. The bitter humor becomes a way of surviving the violence met with inaction. The constant sarcasm also risks numbing the feelings by turning tragedy into memes and a punchline. Sarcasm shows us the wound but doesn’t heal it.

In parts of Asia, sarcasm is far less common, rare, and often unwelcome. It is too risky and has potential for disrupting social harmony. Likely causing someone to lose face. What one culture hears as wit, another hears as insult. Sarcasm doesn’t always bond … it causes confusion and alienation.

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A scenario plugged into the framework of Japan Insight’s Cross-Cultural Communication Model (Copyright © 2019)

The Classroom Ache

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As a teacher, I leaned on sarcasm to energize a classroom. In a kitchen, everyone is a food critic.  We are all critical about the taste in the food dishes we cook. My intent was to alleviate and quiet some of the internal critic inherent we all carry. To help students laugh at our mistakes instead of being buried by them.

“Everyone gets a trophy? Everyone gets an “A”? Not in my classroom kitchen. Not every restaurant earns a Michelin star either.”

What happens when we get critical feedback or make a mistake with our cooking?

My intention and goal was to help students handle mistakes, and to take critical feedback without collapsing under it. To lighten up the critical voice we have inside our heads, criticizing ourselves. But later, I heard that some students felt diminished by my sarcasm. What I meant as light humor had landed as insult. That ache stays with me, because intent never erases impact.

Sarcasm as Shield

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Sarcasm can feel safer than the true expression of sadness, grief or love. It is closer at hand than risking speech from our tender, vulnerable hearts. A teacher once told me that sarcasm is often a way to avoid speaking the truth. I’ve seen how often that has been true for me. As the black sheep in my family, I have used sarcasm to protect myself from saying what I most long to say: I care, I hurt, I love.

We use sarcasm to mask revealing old wounds and to guard against new ones. To sidestep affection for fear it will not be returned. To keep from revealing how deeply we feel about someone or something. Or to avoid the embarrassment of saying “I don’t know”. Sarcasm lets us push away our tenderness with wit and pretend not to care when, in fact, we care the most.

But the cost of is steep. Sarcasm may keep us safe from rejection, but it also dismisses us from our own healing, staying in avoidance instead of presence, and from intimacy with ourselves and with others. It shields us from the expression of longing—and at the same time, it shields us from one of the most important things in life… giving and receiving love.

Closing – The Invitation

My reasoning for this writing was to acknowledge the duality: sarcasm isn’t all inherently bad. It can bond, lighten, release tension, and carry us through the absurdity of situations. But when it hardens us into shielding ourselves or a weaponizing our words… It distances us from truth, connection, and from the very healing we need the most.

So here is the invitation…. What if, in the moments when sarcasm feels like the closest thing to grab, we risked being sincerity instead? What if we choose tenderness over cleverness, presence over irony, love over defense?
The cost of sarcasm is safety without intimacy.

The promise of sincerity is in the risk with the possibility of belonging.

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