our bodies speak

July 13, 2019

Secrets are my currency: I deal in them for a living. The secrets of desire, of what people really want,  and of what they fear the most.  The secrets of why love is difficult,  sex complicated, living painful and death so close and yet placed far away. Why are pleasure and punishment closely related? How do our bodies speak? Why do we make ourselves ill? Why do you want to fail? Why is pleasure hard to bear?

Hanif Kureishi
Something to tell you

no one knows the way

July 13, 2019

I have sometimes thought that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawingroom, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits…

Edith Wharton
The Fullness of Life

MEN –

My existence isn’t a reaction to them and my life will never revolve around appeasing them, saving them, babying them, or killing myself on my feet for them. They will never be my end game or what my worth is hinged on in any capacity. They can depreciate a life and suck your soul out under the guise of romance/responsibility and buying into that shit is a trap my life will always revolve around myself forever

On Men
Sauvamente Blog

If, as Dr Johnson said, a man who is not married is only half a man, so a man who is very much married is only half a writer. Marriage can succeed for an artist only where there is enough money to save him from taking on uncongenial work and a wife who is intelligent and unselfish enough to understand and respect the working of the unfriendly cycle of the creative imagination. She will know at what point domestic happiness begins to cloy, where love, tidiness, rent, rates, clothes, entertaining and rings at the doorbell should stop, and will recognise that there is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.

Cyril Connolly
Enemies of Promise

Bridge of tits

July 13, 2019

The Ponte delle Tette, the bridge of breasts in Venice. Here in the 16th C prostitutes would expose their breasts (and more) to attract potential customers.  At night they would use lanthorns to illuminate their bared breasts,  thus enticing the lustful into their arms –

It was hoped by the authorities that by allowing these fleshy displays male homosexuality would be discouraged: the idea being that no man, faced with a bridge full of tits, could remain gay for very long…!?!