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Sexual abundance kills desire. We don't miss repression; we miss the mystery that made us want.



Lost eroticism and the crystal generation.


Available sex killed eroticism. When everything is accessible, nothing is desirable. The generation with the most access to bodies reports less sex than their parents. Statistics baffle: total freedom, minimal desire. The infinite menu paralyzes; abundance produces anorexia.


Desire needs an obstacle to exist. Without a veil there is no mystery; without mystery there is no desire. Nudes in the first message, sexting before coffee. Total transparency produces accessible but undesirable bodies. Grandparents desired each other through letters; grandchildren get bored with explicit photos.


The contemporary analysand arrives bored amid the greatest sexual offer in history. They don't lack access; they lack desire. They don't lack bodies; they lack the other. Analytic work consists of reintroducing the lack that Tinder promised to eliminate and which turns out to be the very condition of desire.


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The screen convinces us there are no consequences. When the avatar bleeds, someone real dies. Technology lies.



Technology as fiction of autonomy.


The screen permits a devastating fiction: that we do not participate in the social. The gamer who kills virtually, the troll who destroys reputations, the digital harasser—all operate under the illusion of being removed, autonomous, limitlessly powerful. The digital membrane separates the subject from consequences of their acts. The other becomes eliminable avatar.


Swatting crystallizes this structure with horror: gamers calling police to report fictitious violence at real addresses. A "game" that has produced deaths. Reality becomes videogame material. "Just do it," a young woman texted, encouraging her boyfriend's suicide. The superego's voice converted to push notification.


The contemporary subject inhabits a limbo between virtual and real without being able to distinguish them. Current clinical practice must name this confusion without moralizing, recognizing that digital violence is violence without mitigation. The other's body was never truly an avatar. The screen lies; the damage is real.


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Diagnosis promises clarity. It delivers a label that substitutes the question. Where there was a subject, now there's disorder.



The silent violence of diagnosis.


The diagnostic manual classifies. In that apparently neutral gesture lies violence. The symbolic interpellation of diagnosis can foreclose subjective experience. Naming a disorder is not innocent: it creates realities, closes possibilities, substitutes the label for the question. Where there was a suffering subject, now there is an administrative category.


The history of psychiatry is marked by segregation. First with racist and colonialist accents; then, induced by pharmacology. It was hoped that naturalizing mental illness as brain dysfunction would end stigma. That hope evaporated. Diagnostic violence persists now with neuroscience pretensions. The brain replaces the subject.


Clinical work must resist the classifying temptation without naively rejecting diagnosis. It is about maintaining the tension: using categories when they orient without allowing them to substitute singular listening. The analysand is never their diagnosis; diagnosis is, at best, a provisional hypothesis that transference disproves.


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