Etiquette, equity, equality

I feel as though I have been unfaithful, to myself, and unfair to the man who shared my bed. Earlier in the day, yesterday, I told Gemma that I was just going to have to get used to the idea that I will never have sex ever again. I did not utter false words, I was sincere and in a place of acceptance so imagine my surprise when I found myself pinned like a butterfly and stroked like a fractious horse at the close of the very same day.

He is older than any man I've ever slept with before, I can not deny that this was something I was thinking about this morning when I made a break for couch. Other factors in the couch move included feeling dire, very dire and like something was going to explode out of my stomach and then my head and also possibly my bowel.

The man, I should call him something. I shall call him Zissou. Zissou was astonishing. Everything was slow and monumental like an ancient calling. Zissou worshiped me like I was a temple. His hands, strong calm hands reminded my skin that it is skin. It was a slow revealing of nerve endings and the connectedness of all my parts. I could not help but think of a dressage master working a temperamental horse in hand. I know this will not make sense to anyone who has not calmed a horse with long slow strokes using their whole being to transfer safety through velvet skin.

I was selfish and he was willing me to be selfish. I regret now running to the couch for solitude but I felt at the time that what had happened was something so astonishing I needed to inflate a bubble of self to hold to me just a little bit longer.

Of course I would not be myself without moments of spaz, it was not all golden light with nerves on fire. At one point I started to ask if he had read any Sartre because I am reading "What is literature" and am keen to hear people's opinions on the book. I am fairly sure that the question was inappropriately asked, needless to say it went unanswered.

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NWJR said…
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NWJR said…
"I told Gemma that I was just going to have to get used to the idea that I will never have sex ever again."

Hey, "Get Used To It" is my New Year's Resolution. And now you've stolen it!

Grrrr....

:-)
Martin Kingsley said…
You know, I do consider your blogging to be quite stunning. In many ways, your writing reminds me very much, stylistically, of Burroughs via William Gibson, plus the vivacity that comes with spontaneity. You have a better turn of phrase re: the erotic than either of those two, also, it must be said.

'using their whole being to transfer safety through velvet skin' is going in my phrase-book. You've suddenly reminded me, in something approaching a good way, just how much I would like a hug from within the safety of the lights-out. 'Night night.
Anonymous said…
Dale,

isn't that always the way, when one is decided on one thing, the little Goblins wait for you to say the magic words, and then rubbing their hands together set about making sure the opposite happens.

At least you found yourself on the couch and not curled up on top of the wardrobe, licking your hand and twitching your ... bottom? I guess that would be the closest thing without a tail.

I have not read "What is literature" but if you would have asked me, I would have replied mid-coitus that I have read Sartre's "The purpose of writing" which I found to be wholly very interesting and revealing, and at core useful like most good writer's insight into the craft. I have a warm soft spot for Sartre, and I always thought if I was ever abandoned anywhere I would like to have at least a Sartre book with me.

I read "Nausea" as a young lad, and later "The age of reason" which was brilliant, I tried reading the next one in the trilogy but lost interest. I never really understood Existentialism , I guess that is because I never delved into it at an older age, I investigated it as a teenager and my ability to comprehend was slightly less agile as it is these days.

Rups xox
DS said…
Goodness. I would write something but I am runninng late for work.
Gemnastics said…
ah, admissions. they are a relief, yes?

how on earth did i manage to score more professor points?
DS said…
Martin,

Goodness. I am glad you like my typing.

Rups,

Good man. I am grateful for your opinion on Sartre and it is oddly comforting to know that out there in the world is a person who does not consider my question odd.

Gemma,

Yes, confessions are excellent. I am in the habit of telling everybody everything so I feel much better now.
DS said…
Oh an NWJR, sorry about that. Its not my resolution so I haven't technically stolen it.