Essex Six Packs.

Well that’s the last time I play ‘The Only Way is Essex’ manslut for Mothermouse. Whilst attempting masculinity she accused me of looking like I was gay signing, as in like for deaf people. Let me tell you these supple wrists are from years of aesthetic sensitivity not ‘OMG look at her packed into that dress’ effeteism. For US readers The Only Way is Essex is similar to your Bonking Paradise Island progs where half a dozen strip-o-grams of both sexes immerse themselves in an emotional maelstrom of make-believe affairs and painful break-ups. In Essex though it’s been transcribed into normal life where ‘six pack’ refers to both their abdominal muscles and the number of brain cells they’re equipped with. Their facility for the facile stretches the mind in wonderful directions. But it has to be said they’re enjoying their, er, equipment on the whole. Contrast that with a painful letter to a more reflective discussion group re a situation lasting several years that concluded, “I see and acknowledge my ……, I say hello and welcome it.” In the spaces of this repeated sentence was “anger, pain, fear, guilt, vulnerability and sadness.” OK it’s important to recognise these feelings but to, “say hello and welcome” them in seems a little over friendly. What if they take up residence? It’s not denial to focus on welcoming in more positive forces like strength, spontaneity, humour and joy. Even with their six-pack of brain cells Essex girls and boys seem to manage it. And if you’ve got more than six it’s all there for the taking. Have a ball: Acstentuate the Postitive.