Everyone Is a Writer. Everyone is a Pornstar.

From Facebook to Xtube, public exhibitionism (or personal expression if you'd prefer) is at your fingertips (or just a few clicks away). I'm constantly amazed at the content from seemingly harmless old pictures to quirky personal sex videos that we so easily offer the public.

I wonder, before the explosion of the internet just about 10 years ago, how did we satisfy our current insatiable desire for public exhibitionism? What are the roots of such desire? What do we want out of incessantly putting ourselves out there?

Perhaps before, we sent a message in a bottle or wrote on a postcard that we secretly wished others would read. For the more "sophisticated," we got our words or images published in newspapers or magazines. For the extra "daring," they graffiti the city walls and act in porn films.

Now everyone is writer. Everyone is a pornstar.

Even if we are so "connected" at the push of a button, do we feel less lonely?

As a firm believer of postmodernism, I value the relationships between the content and audience rather than the content itself. Everyone gets a different interpretation of your content depending on his/her relationship with you.

A stranger gets something quite different from what (let's say) the person who loves you does.

It's precisely these diverse relationships between the content and audience that I take pleasure in.