my exorcism

A few years after GamerGate, I called ahead to a metaphysical shop and made an appointment for an exorcism. I think I expected a one-and-done, which was naive of me, but I’m grateful to’ve had the full experience. The “Bind Trump” movement had received a little public boost in visibility because Lana del Rey was talking about it on social media. I remember thinking to myself, man, that’s got to be psychologically effective, to be aware of so many people rooting for your downfall. And then I realized I was describing myself, and then I began to melt down. Oh no! How was this any different from being afflicted with a real, actual curse? I decided to consult a professional. I looked up spiritual practitioners and found one willing to perform a Christianish, ‘nondenominational’ exorcism: to help me get out from under the sticky, clinging cloud of others’ projections and perceptions. Did the exorcism work? That’s always people’s first question. In some ways it probably made life a little…