Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

5/7/12

Sex, Deeper Than Pleasure

This little quote, indirectly, speaks to Estelle's understanding of what good sex with Ramon means to her:
Adults understand that good sex, with or without contraception, goes deeper than pleasure. It is complex and demanding. And pleasure isn’t necessarily a part of it. Any human encounter requiring honesty and surrender has the potential for both revelation and pain. The communication, healing, and strengthening that good sex ensures is foundational to a marriage. - Jo McGowan

3/28/12

The Poetry in These Publicity Stills

Reading through Vera Pavlova's book of poetry, If There Is Something To Desire, I couldn't help but notice that we have the perfect visual compliment to her poems right here in the pictures of our short.  More synergy.
VI
Within a hand's reach from the foreskin
is fleshlessness, dense, resonant, boundless.
Touching, because of its nature, takes part
in the mystery of disembodiment.
I am rid of the body, but the shiver stays,
and so do the pain, the joy.
The shiver, the pain, the joy have no fear
that the skin might never reappear.


A beast in winter,
a plant in spring,
an insect in summer,
a bird in autumn.
The rest of the time I am a woman.

Do you know what you lacked?
That dose of contempt without which
you cannot flip a woman on her back
to make her flounder like a turtle,
to make the heartless fool realize:
she cannot flip back on her own.

I feel
your flesh so full
in me,
that I do not feel it
at all
on top of me.
Is all of you
within me,
a thing-in-me?
Or is all of you
outside of me,
and only seems to be?

Why is the word yes so brief?
It should be
the longest,
the hardest,
so that you could not decide in an instant to say it,
so that upon reflection you could stop
in the middle of saying it.