lies so sweet.
lies so tender.
lies that I loved.
"I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be
the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a
man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire,
his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot.
I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically;
but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind
being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am
capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the
will of a male at his time, his bidding."
Anais Nin
Debit or credit;
the latter, I hope.
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