“To seduce is to die as reality and reconstitute oneself as illusion.  It is to be taken in by one’s own illusion and move into an enchanted world.” – Jean Baudrillard, Seduction

I’ve been thinking quite a bit about the nature of seduction from a personal standpoint.  The role it plays in my life.  The powers both granted and taken away.  As I thought of the power exchange that is inevitable in any seductive transaction I came to realize a bit more of what Baudrillard means.  There are many moments when I feel like a poseur as a seductress; as if the facade will crumble and the emperor’s lack of clothes will no longer be sexy.  (I apologize for the mixed metaphor, I couldn’t resist.)  This isn’t a new phenomenon either, posting naughty pictures on the Internet has amplified the fears but they existed long before.  But, there are moments when the seduction succeeds (within Baudrillard’s definition) these are the times that I subordinate the fear of acting and give myself over to the illusion of being a vixen/slut/goddess/whore.  Have I adopted this new ego as a simulacrum of my own seductive self?  Does my original self die in these moments?  If so, when do they begin and end?