Can you hear it too?
All in Intimacy
Summer writing is a slow, thoughtful, fertile process in midst of pleasuring up my wildness, body, and bigLake to the max. Enjoy below expansive relationship brilliance and let me know what you think. More soon about my newly coined ‘Monogamous Fragility’.
By the time September and October ride in, we can’t contain the sexy effervescence bubbling up from us. We welcome pleasure like pros and have fun doing so. We tell more sex jokes, have second, third, fourth thoughts about what’s deemed “sexually inappropriate”.
As spring blooms and summer bites, I’m reading three books- She He They Me: For the Sisters, Misters, and Binary Resisters by Dr. Robyn Ryle, a choose your own adventure about gender identity, Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken, and The Book of Delights by Ross Gay. All three engage re-imagined worlds and queer definitions decorate the pages.
Last week, I picked up the fantastic, palm-size zine Awesome Things at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts (MCBA). It’s offered many gems- meditations on things that lend to the author’s life.
Flirting on the dance floor, sitting drinking tea together in my office, cuddling on a couch, dancing in and out of different gallery spaces at an art show hoping to see her again and again, fucking for hours in a hotel bed early morning. There is no more light or dark in any of these acts. My mental concepts have just assigned different meaning. I queer these relationships with light and dark.
Intimacy just happens in summer. In winter, intimacy requires special plans, getaway adventures, great art...
