My Liquidity Preference Ratios.
Can I buy you breakfast?
Can I have your number?
Can I get you a drink?
Can I ask you out to the movies?
Can I ask you over to my place for a cup of coffee?
Can I smell your hair?
Can I then proceed to gently stroke it? And perhaps kiss you tenderly near your ear lobes where ‘Her World’ claims to be one of the most sensitive part of a female’s anatomy. (apart from the back of the knee cap)Yes, I will whisper my professions of love. One thing leads to another, until the final deed is completed, surely. Easy Peasy, even more so if you are Japanesey.
Your heart will beat double rapidly, your breathing will quicken, your face will be flushed with the rush of hormone bringing blood. Then the clothes which you painstakingly chose to flaunt your merits and hide your flaws will all fall apart before I even finish proclaiming the depth of my love for you. This is what every man wants, the naked truth. It is laden with imperfections, but it is what makes it more seductive than when clothes reveal only a fabricated you. I want to consume every inch, every austere inch of you, I want to adopt your virtues and change your vices when you become me. You too, will strip me of my mask of outer ego.
There will a frenzied movement of limbs, which will ensue in intertwining entanglement. There will be a still locking of lips, bonded by the explorations of the tongue. Submission and dOmination would become totally insignificant when our minds focus on no more issues but that of pleasure. Yes, such a time will come when such a sublime state of abject intensity ragingly arrives.
The eruption of Vesuvius will fill you with the pollen of my love. Pompeii will be flooded henceforth with nutrient rich lava and life giving emissions. But for now, it will remain as dead as Death itself as you stare with blank intent, while I lie, spent, in your youthful breasts. But I will repeat my undying love for you. Perhaps this cycle might repeat too if, after a few moments, you still wish to languish in my masculinity, while I, in your effeminate womanhood. Any more utterance of Gender is a wasted cause. You are the woman in me, while I am the man in you.
You are not in a dream. You are in my dream. I am in a dream…a very wet one, at that. Unfortunately, you only belong there, fortunately out of where my reality reaches. I seek you. Like Romeo to Juliet, like Cow herding boy to Cloth weaving girl, like me to you!
Waking up Wake up! Yawn. Oh fuck! Not again…
Snap back to reality…you still have an essay draft due this week.
I was cruelly late out of bed this morning, so I brushed my teeth, brushed my long hair back, washed my face and went to read the papers over breakfast. Well, I wasn’t particularly tempted to blog about the above…hmmm, lets just call it ‘summer dream’. (No, it has nothing to do with Economics despite the heading), but it is at times like these…when ‘Copulation Theory’ falls into rightful place that one simply has to find an outlet to release pent up frustrations.
You can’t fault me. I wasn’t writing about sex, the word isn’t even mentioned. I was just writing about my lofty dreams that I, recently, quite often have. But…enough of all this nonsense.
Anyway, I was quite disgusted when I flipped open the entertainment section of the papers today to find a whole page devoted to an advertisement which features a gross number of chubby women claiming they lost a grand total of X number of inches and Y number of kilos. It came to my unimaginable horror, that on almost every alternate page of the papers, there had to at least one such advertisement of similar likes. Beauty spas, weight loss programmes, sliming tablets, breasts enhancements…you name it.
I can’t decide what has made me disgusted. Is it that fat women are shamelessly on the papers exposing more of their bodies than is tolerable for the eyes? Is it that the media marginalises these women by portraying them as less than perfect specimens and the epitome of low-self esteem because they are fat? Or is it that such companies have the audacity to portray fat as mutilation and ugliness so they can make a quick buck out of it, all under the hypocritical name of consumerism and beauty? I think it is a combination of all three factors. Cha cha cha!
Look, being natural is being beautiful. Come on, why can’t everyone just be themselves? Beauty is not an accessory or modification which can be bought or fitted. Neither is it a commodity where a price can be attached to it.
Think, would Karen Mok still be hot if every girl on the street has her legs? Would Jerry Yen still be good looking if every guy in the world has similarly chiselled features? The bottom-line is, if someone is natural and has an inner beauty of good character, that would make him/her stand out. That is a realm where Consumerism cannot enter without preaching the dogmas of a Church. That is something acquired, not bought, which makes it more precious than physical beauty.
But now, I sound like I am preaching about vanity so inherently found in me.
Ahem…but I mean, all I want is the naked truth. It doesn’t matter if a girl is in a school-uniform or plainly clad, it doesn’t matter if the girl is 100 pounds or 140 pounds, it doesn’t matter if the girl has shapely legs or thunder thighs…all that matters is her personality. That is enough of the naked truth that I want.
‘Oh man, dOminic, I know what is disgusting.’ The boy says… and continues after a pause.
‘You are so desperate, you are disgusting. Thank goodness you don’t try to make your dreams a reality’.
