Ulises Vargas’ Collection.

  Being a sex object.  Ulises Vargas  November 29, 2025.  Don’t you look nice tonight.  How long did it take you? How effortless was it?  What’s the theory behind this ensemble of beauty? How much of your appeal is product and style,  versus real and natural beauty?  Doesn’t matter–no one else will care.  All that matters is how friendly that smile is,  and how tempting those hips are.  Give a damn how hard you tried to look nice. Beware how hard every passerby is  with shameless, objectifying eyes– eyes which form memories; eyes that could come back to bite.  Give a damn how innocent your intentions are: Give a damn how unintentional your provocation is: eyes make it your problem for how objectifying they are; for how dangerous they can be.  Your style of dress is your art and expression. Your style of dress is their superficial pornography.   Every time you catch them ogling at ...

One hundred selves.  Ulises Vargas  November 29, 2025.  Liars. All of us are liars.  Don’t try to lie and say that you’re not a liar, either.  Let me ask you: does everyone in your life know the same stories as each other? Do they all know the same person, or have you shaped their perspective of you?  Does your mother know the travesties you’ve committed?  Does your lover know your daydreams and fantasies?  Do your colleagues know how you party?  No–no to all of those questions.  Yet, each one of them supposedly knows you.  Each one of them is wrong,  because you lie to each one of them.  They all think that they have you solved; they all think that they know the real you.  To one hundred people,  there are one hundred versions of yourself.  Are any of them real? Is it really the same person who makes those one hundred selves,  or is each self a whole different person?  Regardless, how, then, can o...

Knowing how I think. Ulises Vargas  November 28, 2025.  I think too much.  I know that I think too much because I thought about it: do most people spend their days lost in their minds, analyzing anything and everything— or am I the only one? I don’t get it; I can’t get it: how do most people coexist without thinking about all of this? Is anyone even home?  Are they conscious when they act?  Are they conscious of others? Are they conscious?  At what developmental stage did I go wrong,  to be so metacognitive and cursed with awareness? Or is it all the unconscious people who never developed to see within and beyond themselves?  Others point and laugh at them, and they wonder if their shoes are untied; Others point and laugh at me,  and I see the embodiment of all my shame; a comprehensible, regrettable, and undeniable shame.  The unconscious people cannot comprehend,  and thus they have no shame.   I was born this way, and I...

To the ends of the earth.  Ulises Vargas  November 28, 2025.  Can two contradictory things be possible at once?  I only ask because I have a dilemma, in which I both agree and disagree  with two or many contradictory conclusions  at the same time.  Nietzsche would call it dialectic.  The problem is that I’ve found something which,  for better or for worse,  makes me feel better; a way that I want to feel.  I question: is it right for me to use this thing which satisfies me,  or is it more right for me to abstain, out of some sake? So good. It feels so good; is that exactly why I should avoid it?  Oh, to be allowed to follow that good feeling to the ends of the earth.  Oh, to be reckless enough or brave enough to chase this good feeling; this inhibition to my every feeling thereafter, when I lack that good feeling. Reckless, indeed, to indulge in immediate pleasure.  Yet, the heart craves s...