Today I was again penetrated by metal.

It's fashionable but almost never practical (though I have ideas to the contrary...), though with the right regard it is a sensual—even sexual—experience. To me there's a certain futility—yet respect, homage—in body piercings: It may very well (or very well not) be the closest one will get to a harmonious marriage of flesh and machine; a pale imitation of cyborg-aimed augmentation, in the name yet fruitless pursuit of technofetishism. Vanity meets vanity in this ceremonial sacrifice, this adornment of small steel idols. The sensation of being entered intimately by this metallic god will linger for weeks or even months. Alloy burns inside of me. And I already crave more.