Tag: sex
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Pleasure Song
because of this i ask for you at your elbows for a drift of the knee and a pushing for the pulse of a violent overturning for the golden hour when my breasts are clutched in the fists of a midday storm we are blue with the veins of existence and you with your blood…
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Kissing Boys
I used to have wild hair the kind that knit tangles in the keyholes of all the sweaters and knots in the toes of the kissing boys who used to tip toe in after school like little princes to slay that imaginary line between two lips (where we found the kisses we taught not to…
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Jeans Song
I like to follow you by the scent of your jeans, to linger by the stitches and bury my knuckles in the crooks of the pockets while I dig for the spots where your cologne lies dormant like a seed. Oh, I want to burrow my fingers down. Down to the loops and the tugs…
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Slo Mo
Let’s make love suddenly with all the lights on and everyone home Cross-legged, sprigged thick like a leaf skirting the horned edges of that cracked flower pot in the garden where everyone else is brunching on Prosecco with tongues ready for deep gossip while they work the runny eggs off their chins slo mo sizzle…
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Blink.
I continue to be surprised by the writings of Abraham Maslow. No more, perhaps, than by the depth of his interest in the intricacies of human sexuality. (Who knew?) In masculinity and femininity and their relationships to human motivation, creativity, growth, and self-knowledge. It was, in fact, from a brief analysis of male-female courtship or…
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On Erotic Self-Awareness
I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me—the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, like a country,…
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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…
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Darling, Forget What You’re Wearing. On Elegance.
In On the Art of Femininity, I talk at length about my vision of femininity and what it means to me, as a woman, to apply the essence of the feminine in everyday life. As that post is, at present, overwhelmingly the most liked and viewed post on this (still very new) blog, I thought it would…
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What Cooking Taught Me about Relationships
I did not learn to cook until I was in my early twenties. Although I grew up in an Italian family that encouraged me, from an early age, to develop a proficiency in the culinary arts (or at the very least learn how to roll a proper meatball to accompany my grandmother’s marinara sauce), I…
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On the Art of Femininity
I believe there is no more influential factor in forging a creative life, for women, than harnessing the power of femininity. In fact, it rankles me whenever I hear femininity dismissed as “absence” or “ornament” (especially when women do it) because I think it represents a fundamental misunderstanding of how to utilize the power of our feminine traits. If we look…
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