And the day was a man With a beard for a bird feeder A caved-in spine and a forest for a mouth And the night was a wave, broken and blue, A somersault between my knees Lo air, lips, and two half-parted fingers A roomful of glass beetles, like three dozen departed souls Winging their [...]
Tag: eroticism
Wild Woman
I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]
On Wanting to Be Submissive
The deeper I immerse myself in the writings of psychologist, Otto Rank, the greater an affinity I develop for both the thinker and the man. Although, to be sure, the most interesting portrait of the doctor I’ve found comes not from his own writings, but from the diary of Anaïs Nin, with whom he had [...]
Self-Fashioning and the Art of Sexy
I wrote in a previous post that the phrase “self-fashioning,” as it applies to the practice of creating, or styling, one’s inner (and, to a degree, outer) self, came into my mind rather innocently as I was reading a biography of Chanel (which proved to be a most beneficial read). My intuition informed me instantly [...]
On the Eroticism of Everyday Life
It may be said that our erotic lives are comprised of the many expressions of our sexual imagination, or, put differently, that eroticism is sexuality transformed by the imagination, sublimated and refined for social consumption. I don’t think that definition is wrong. In fact, I think it’s pretty much right, however incomplete. When we think [...]
