2 posts tagged “scent of a woman”
Possibly one of my favourite photographs of 2008 (so far) by Timur Celikdag.
Something occurred to me. An idea about sex. I know, I keep blabbing on about movies but 'Scent of a Woman' changed my perspective on how a man may desire or appreciate a woman. I think there are generally two types of men in bed:
- the kind that just wants and knows how to get it out of their system and they do it either with their brains or with their penises.
- the kind who is aware of all five senses, sight, sound, smell, taste, feel and how they are part of the experience. Men who take pleasure in also giving pleasure because they have sex the way one would enjoy fine wine.
I sound biased, I know but the second is what makes a lover, what makes any person, any sex, passionate. It's not just in the act, it's in the receptors. I don't think women can exactly appreciate men in the same fashion. A bit jealous of that. 'Scent of a Woman'. Go watch it.
I can't remember the last time I've just posted a straight photo of me. You know the feeling how it still feels kind of unnatural being yourself? Even after all these years it still takes a bit for me to get used to. It's ridiculous how I can act so introverted sometimes but maybe that's just my online personality. Or maybe I don't like pictures of me because I look like my mother. Not that she's not a hottie. I just don't like being reminded that I'm turning into her. I know I am. I'm getting better about it now.
I can be a little emo sometimes. I woke up feeling like my chest was sunken in. It could be the combination of JD, Johnnie Walker and Chivas that I hocked up at 8am after a mad night of drinking. I drink too much. I smoke too much. I refrain from love so much. Thrills thrills thrills. It's a wonder I'm still alive.
The first person to suggest that I was a sexual person was my mother and then it was this friend of mine in the States who I hardly knew at the time. I think it was because I talked about anal beads in jest. Maybe he didn't get that I was joking. Anal beads sound uncomfortable. Maybe I haven't yet nailed the art but I don't like having sex and feeling like I'm taking a shit at the same time.
Sex is overrated. Sexy is marketing. Passion makes such good essence for lust. I haven't had good sex in a while and that's as easy as getting a good man. Yeah, not at all. But it's not out of desire, out of physical desperation but out of missing sensation. 'Scent of a Woman' (1992) said it all. It taught me the core of what makes sex so fucking good - passion. Not even passion for the other person but passion for the senses, passion for life. Passion is a chemistry that pays tribute to creation. It takes everything to a higher level; like chilli to a dish or a splash of tequila to a glass of water. Al Pacino's words felt so true, going back down to what makes a woman sensual, what makes me sensual, what has ever made me want more out of life - senses. The five senses, melodic and harmonious. The communication between your body and the outside world. I envy men for being able to lust over women. Women don't lust over men in the exact same fashion. Men get to pour over curves, softness, feminine musk, salt, sighs. It's so real to the touch, so visual, so memorable. Till today I still remember the way food tastes in the books I read as a child. I want that. I want something to remember again.
I want to lust over something. For colour to sound like a certain lighting, smell to taste like some one, touch to smell like some thing. An aid to accompany the cigarettes and the wine. Perhaps an accomplice even.
Sex is overrated. Sexy is marketing. Passion makes such good essence for lust. I haven't had good sex in a while and that's as easy as getting a good man. Yeah, not at all. But it's not out of desire, out of physical desperation but out of missing sensation. 'Scent of a Woman' (1992) said it all. It taught me the core of what makes sex so fucking good - passion. Not even passion for the other person but passion for the senses, passion for life. Passion is a chemistry that pays tribute to creation. It takes everything to a higher level; like chilli to a dish or a splash of tequila to a glass of water. Al Pacino's words felt so true, going back down to what makes a woman sensual, what makes me sensual, what has ever made me want more out of life - senses. The five senses, melodic and harmonious. The communication between your body and the outside world. I envy men for being able to lust over women. Women don't lust over men in the exact same fashion. Men get to pour over curves, softness, feminine musk, salt, sighs. It's so real to the touch, so visual, so memorable. Till today I still remember the way food tastes in the books I read as a child. I want that. I want something to remember again.
I want to lust over something. For colour to sound like a certain lighting, smell to taste like some one, touch to smell like some thing. An aid to accompany the cigarettes and the wine. Perhaps an accomplice even.
