abnormal pleasures kill the taste for normal ones.
Good morning, internet. No legs today.
So I'm glad we don't live in MA right now, because Huan would make a terrible juror. He's never impartial at all. An East Boston family is trying to figure out how their pet cat was summoned for jury duty. I think my favorite part of this is that the jury commissioner denied the request for disqualification of service.
I'm reading a lot of Anais Nin lately. "I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding." It's extreme, certainly the product of its era, but it's heartfelt. She means it. Is it anti-feminist? The dreaded 'choice feminism,' maybe?
I also like this:
"I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself."
The thing that strikes me the most, reading Henry & June (would that make a good alias for me? You know, if we ever had to go on the run, excuse me, lam) is how people don't really write enough letters anymore. I do mean love letters, too--the thoroughly scandalous, scorchingly illicit kind. Euphemism is all well and good, employ pretty prose as liberally as you like, but I actually really like it when people get downright explicit. And not for the obvious reasons! Other people's sex lives are always a little funny, but when they're written out that way, they're sweet, too, if you're not afraid of vulnerability, which is I think what I miss about the letters. E-mail's not as entirely delicate.