Of course I am not worried about intimidating men. The type of man who will be intimidated by me is exactly the type of man I have no interest in.
License my roving hands, & let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
— John Donne.
love the wallpaper
So it is not just me who pays attention to the wallpaper!
I’m in love with her braids & her utter abandon.
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And ‘tailor’ cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
— Puck, Act 2 Scene 1, A Midsummer’s Night Dream.
from a Danish book on group sex
Note: the socks.
Reminds me of ‘The Hunt’ when Nadja tells Lucas to keep his socks on…
Dreaming of lazy comfortable things… This mood might be my end.
The most pagan night of the year & I’m stuck at home debating with myself whether or not I might be falling down a rabbit hole…
Puck and Oberon.
I feel things.
I’m in love.
Love Camp (Frauen im Liebeslager).
Great advice from a ridiculously great film.