Patrick M. Ohana
Bio
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
Stories (508/0)
A Social Network for the Departed
Think Of (remember) could be a social networking service, serving as a singular profile and communication forum where members would champion the lives of their departed, of individuals who meant and or still mean something if not very much to them and perhaps others. Think Of would be available to the general public from its online platform where members would promote the lives of departed individuals and thus create life links for those who matter to them and often others.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Humans
Impressions of Death
All trials are trials for one’s life, just as all sentences are sentences of death. Oscar Wilde It has been said that psychology has a long past but a short history. When it comes to death, its history is short indeed. Although death has been occupying the human mind in numerous fields for many centuries, psychology only began to seriously explore it in the past few decades. While Freud gave death a prominent place in the spectrum of drives and anxieties, most psychologists chose, perhaps unconsciously, to disregard it. Death only entered mainstream psychology when the study of adulthood started to give notice to the elderly and gerontology was born. The idea of death has somewhat developed psychologically, but it seems to be stuck in its latent stage.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche
Consciousness Bound
We tend to regard ourselves, most of us, that is, as the species par excellence. Everything was created by God, so many of us believe, and this greatest being conceivable designed us to be special. It gave each one of us a brain that could think of itself and of myriad other things in extraordinary ways. Apparently, other animals were not awarded with such phenomenal aptitudes. We were the chosen ones, capable of practically infinite development that would lead us back to our Creator. But these brains inside our heads had to be more than just a mixture of organic substances. Thought and all that it entails had to originate from somewhere immaterial, a place where our consciousness could be relatively tranquil, away from the strains of existence. We therefore determined quite intuitively that our brains were separate from our minds. Dualism in terms of body and mind was widely adopted until the timely advent of brains like Hobbes, Darwin, Crick, and Dennett, just to name a few.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche
Meditations on the Human Condition
The philosophers have only interpreted the world. The point, however, is to change it. Karl Marx We have been taught to welcome change and embrace its shortcomings because it would eventually benefit us. The theory of evolution also deals with change. It has been proven, repeatedly and unequivocally, that every living creature has been programmed via its genes to evolve towards a better and higher existence. We therefore know, most often told to believe, that we are constantly evolving. However, when we take the time and make the effort to understand the world as it really revolves, we discover our progress to be so costly that it becomes very clear that we have reached a plateau and even triggered devolution.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in FYI
The Cherry, the Ice Cube, and the Straw
Abstract Over the past few decades, numerous studies have shown that a great number of adults (mostly women) have trouble with various versions of Piaget’s Water-Level Task. They seem to fail to realize that liquids remain invariantly horizontal despite the orientation of their containers. Theoretical interpretations of this curious fact and of the gender differences have focused around biological, sociocultural, and interactional hypotheses. In the present study, 120 female and 120 male university students were assessed for their performance on the Water-Level Task, which included the addition of three cues (i.e., a cherry, an ice cube, or a straw). It was hypothesized that gender differences will decrease and that performance will increase. While the latter hypothesis was definitely supported, the former hypothesis was not.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche
Pornman Three
In the first part of the Pornman story, Pornman: The Man Who Lived in Porn (linked at the bottom), Pornman begins his quest to become a pornstar, discovering that he could go back in time to any porn set just by watching it. Dani, a porn movie director, and Lilly, her assistant, take a liking to our Pornman and have a threesome with him. Pornman realizes that he could save pornstars who died from an overdose or suicide by going to their last set and talking to them.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Pornman Two
Pornman was thinking. Luckily, it wasn’t out loud as it happened once in a while, especially that one such thought was due any time. I wish I was a woman. I would have pussy all the time. I wish I was a lesbian too. I would have even more pussy, thought Pornman inside.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Jenny’s Pussy
How can I describe perfection? Befitting words haven’t been invented for something that doesn’t exist. Perfection is a utopian concept. We usually accept that nothing is perfect. Yet, I submit, here in this story, that it can exist when one is completely in love, even with the back of her hands, her elbows, her knees, her navel, each one of her toes, everything that’s a part of Jenny, Jennifer, my new love. Oh I loved her for more than a couple of years now, but I couldn’t act upon it given my age. She’s 38 and I’m 57, and 19 years of difference are not something to dismiss or forget. But she was adamant and in love with me from the start, but I always refused her advances given my age. A few weeks ago, she took it upon her charming self — I adore her — to convince me unrelentingly that we loved each other and that love always triumphed no matter the walls. I couldn’t resist her any longer and surrendered to our love.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
A Maid in My Bed
Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. Charles Kingsley There’s nothing average about being a Don Juan, and since I couldn’t even become an amateur libertine and had never learned Spanish, I became a writer of sorts, composing haikus and sonnets about sex, and love, though love always paled without the lunch box and the honeypot to make it real. Of course, I also wrote short and long stories in various forms where sex had to be used in various positions.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy