Your whole body is
A glass of wine
Or sweetness destined for me.
When I raise my hand,
I find in every place a dove
Seeking for me,
As if, my love,
You were made of clay
For my very hands of a potter.
Your knees, your breasts,
Disappear in me like in a hollow
Of a thirsting earth
Where they lose
We become like a single river,
Like a single grain of sand.
excellent liquefactionist poem :)
definitely going to avoid tumblr and reddit today.
one of the many things i liked about seinfeld was its treatment of elaine’s sexuality
generally women- especially in sitcoms- are shown as disinterested in sex. either that, or they are shown as comically interested in sex- sort of man-hungry, etc.
elaine is interested in sex but in the same way the guys are. she’s just another shlub who occasionally tries to get laid
dear internet, elaine is a great character, love, magnolia
Loved the episode where George and Elaine stop having sex. George turns into a genius and Elaine into a mess. Such a revolutionary thought - sex is positive for women, it makes their lives better, they like it, it’s OK (more than OK - sometimes necessary) for them to seek it. Never thought about that until now!