![]() ![]() It made me think of those early modern theories of reproduction that imagined microscopic homunculi folded up inside every spermatozoa, the egg conscripted only to provide food and shelter.Īlthough the terms Febos crowdsourced were contrived to make a point, the same way herstory makes a point, they hit my ears just so, setting off a chain of satisfying little tingles all along the neural axis that links visceral sensations to head and heart. Her post made me think of the way maleness aggrandizes itself, arrogates territory to itself, then others the things it discards. It is the seed (or inspiration) that counts, even when the most promising ideas need to gestate before they can bloom, or incubate, or marinate: that is, sit for a time in a stew of nutrient-rich fluids. It is the seed, not the egg, that implants ideas in our heads and suggests vistas pregnant with possibility. She wanted to kvetch about the way maleness is always and everywhere universalized, not least when encoding creative achievement. There was something messy and uncontainable about these words, so unlike the clean linearity we associate with sprouting seeds.įebos clearly had politics on her mind. Here were terms that evoked dark and brooding spaces: undergrowth, caverns, grottos, hidden streams, the richly symbolic unconscious, places where things might be synthesized from organic mulch and unusual elements might combine, becoming impressed with secret shapes before oozing forth from the gloaming. But the coinages that really sang to me announced themselves with more poetry: clitoral, oveal, vulvate, luteal, lacteal, hysteral, gyntastic. Because it made me laugh and picture cartoonish ideas budding, ballooning out, then floating off like soap bubbles, I suggested boobissimo. Febos put out a playful call for female-centered alternatives to seminal, sourced in women’s pleasure zones, and I joined the gaggle of respondents who offered a string of high-spirited replies. Last spring, as leaves unrolled to catch the light, the American writer Melissa Febos took to social media vowing to drop the word “seminal” from her lexicon of praise, because “why should formative, ground-breaking things evoke semen?” The post caught my eye. You have just been poked with a sensual thought that will enhance your next sensual agenda! Find out more about these regular and spontaneous posts on youtube.Jacques Gautier d’Agoty, anatomical plate, 1773 Sometimes, understanding is the sexiest thing that a relationship needs! See into me and know that whenever you are ready, I’m here.” Feel how are hearts beat together? The only people that exist right now are me and you. ![]() Place your hand over my heart, I’ll place my hand over yours. Don’t worry about time, don’t worry about place. Close your eyes, lean your forehead against mine and breathe, deep and slow until our breaths fall in sync. Sit down, let me rub your shoulders and help you let go of the stress of the day. “He honey, I can see that you’ve had another rough day so we don’t have to have intercourse, but we can still make love. She rarely ever had time to do things like that for him with her 9 to 5, but with the kids off to college…it sure did make the house quite cozy for the two of them. Christine fixed his dinner and ran a bathe for him to relax a bit. After 25 years of marriage, a girl had to become a little clever during droughts like these. ![]() Christine could tell the moment that David walked in the door that he was way too tired for sex and it was the furthest thing from his mind after a hard day at work. ![]()
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