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On the life of the digital altar/virtual sacred space... this is how I did it.
When I did the camgirl thing (2000, 2001), I first thought to turn my cam on rituals performed under the guise of "cam shows." My audience at the time responded in kind; many treated me as the priestess of just another form of sacred space. A few LiveJournals popped up to store prayers and well-wishes. We wanked together, a la c. late 90's chaos magic. I would perform spells on the webcam to ask for various tool to advance "the work": a laptop (check), more cameras (always came in the mail just in time, gifted from fans), USB hubs, extra storage drives, lingerie, candles, custom-blended oils; a library of books on sacred sexuality; airfare across country and back. It really fucking worked, and I had no idea going in that my fanciful notion of being a digital priestess would work. Then again, so does having tits and a good place to leverage them in the digital media zeitgeist. Go dot.com god!
The digital space we (myself, my "fans") and I shared was bound more by narrative than the concept of landscape/a place to occupy. The flow of webcam images created an iconography, the journal I kept between images the liturgy. Having a referent point in physical reality -- my body, the camera, the temple -- was essential to maintaining the connection over the days, months, years. Some of those folks are still with me, reading, writing back.
I've got a much longer essay on this period of working kicking around, if anyone wants it by PM. You can also still spy on the my archive of the site. I've archived my first four rituals (three live, one captured on DV out in the woods pre-wifi and transmitted later) in my Flickr photostream. |
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