Rarely. To be so turned on that I go weak at the knees and my soul turns to jelly, I need to meet someone with a brilliant and highly educated intellect. I'm sapiosexual - that's a fetish - I am literally turned on by high order intelligence. It happened, amazingly enough, just last Tuesday. On my way to Lismore, I picked up a hitchhiker in Nimbin. Now, normally Nimbin is known for its drug addicts, hippies, dope smokers, artisans, poets, musicians and Githabul elders. One does not expect to find top-notch intellects with their thumbs stuck out. But within minutes of sitting in the front passenger seat of my van, our conversation took off. He had been trying to start a Speakers' Corner as a platform to encouraging free thinking, rhetoric and critical argument, a way to encourage people to question the premises of everything and arrive at their own conclusions, rather than merely believing or spouting opinions. I was instantly in love. Oh hell.... why didn't I meet this man forty years ago? We shared a divine 30-minute drive, covering Neitzche, Derrida, Foucault, Epicurus, Plato and beyond - all connected via a meandering string of what it means to think and explore the world of thought and its consequences - how liberated the world be if people learned these arts from the cradle and up. How I wish I could have birthed his babies.
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