dh lawrence:

If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and a Cinematograph working brightly; then I’d go out in the back streets and main streets and bring them in, all the sick, the halt, and the maimed; I would lead them gently, and they would smile me a weary thanks; and the band would softly bubble out the ‘Hallelujah Chorus’.

§  Letter to Blanche Jennings 9 October 1908,

My Platonic galpal was here, nude except for her pink panties, unashamed, unabashed, on the floor, cross-legged, ready for action.  She wanted head food. Her skin was luminous & inviting, sure, but what made it so was the mind behind it, moving it in sensually gracious ways.

A body. A nude female body. The heat and impulsive attraction was enormous, but I remained stalwart. In my own private sphere, I too was naked. Our spheres bumped and grinded but did not connect. Something kept a consummation from happening, thought we were both erotically alert and receptive.

The sexual  gal/guy/pal attraction fueled the higher chakras. Let it simmer.

She said, “What is it you  love most about me?”

I laughed and said, “the presence you bring to the table. The soul you create your catastrophic world with. Your eyes. The tilt of your head…should I go on?”

“Nope, that answers it for now. So……..whatcha into now, mr. big head? DH Lawrence? I see a lot of his books scattered precisely around your hovel.. “ she said, picking up The Portable DH Lawrence  and girlishly pawing through…

“Not exclusively, though I like his take on things. He said ,regarding porn, that Hamlet shocked the mob once, but doesn’t today..he said ‘pornography’  comes down to this: it arouses our sex, and most of us like a ‘moderate arousing of our sex, for it warms us, stimulates us like sunshine on a grey day…’ “

She  threw the book at the television, which was showing Law and Order:Criminal Intent, a very different thing from its sister series, for  Vincent DeNoffrio dominated it quirkily, with extreme  mindfucking   of his evildoers.  An interesting offspring of this television  platypus , more subtle but more devastating, for the bad guys were  wounded pathetic near-geniuses..no match for DeNoffrio, but a fine game they played…

“You know my views on sex, “she muttered, now curled up in a ball on my grey carpet.

“What were they, again,” I teased…

She shot up and said, with force: “to a woman, it is nothing, nothing, nothing, but then it sometimes gets to be something, and that is when the trouble starts.. better to keep it mechanical, do..you..not agree?” she was getting ready to leave, looking for her clothes. Especiallly something to cover her cold upper body. I had put the hoodie she arrived in under my bathrobe, hidden. She’d forgotten where her covering was. Yet not in an anxious state. Her nudity was nothing to her, but she knew the power of it in the alternative world where she had to have means & ways & strategy. Her world outside my place…

The room was only getting warmer. Sweat formed on her forehead, danced merrily down her nose, and plopped on her breast. I had an urge to take this one drop, meandering down her belly now, into my mouth, but I was stalwart. Platonic. This was now serious. She and I wanted to fall into each other’s soft loving limbs, but we held back, on principle, for to do so would release banality into our lives, once the next day had come & served up its vacant moral vacuum.

So she said, “where were my clothes again, freak?”

“Hidden”

“why,may I ask, sir?” she was now smiling and glorying in her, and my, nudity…

“It was imperative,  gal, to get you naked, for my perverse male reasons you may never  comprehend, unless..i tell you ..”  I walked to the hook, put on my bathrobe, handed her her hoodie. She squirmed into it and stood up.

“Next  time you will reveal the secret of the guy universe to me , no doubt, and..” she said, ascertaining where her boots were, then clumsily grabbing her skirt and pinning it on, “I might bring my girlfriend, Rena, if you don’t mind..she needs this fatherly wisdom bad, and…”  on the floor, getting those smart boots onto her squirmy impatient legs, “ she is not shy, just warning you, cuz you are so f-ing shy, I gotta give you a head’s up…”

She stood to glorious height. I smiled and said, “the more the merrier. As long as she understands the rules here!”

“Open the door for me like a gentleman, wouldya?”  I did so, and she lingered for a final look.

“Kiss gbye?”

“Ok, lets go for it,” she said without apparent interest.

“Your girlfriend, does she read a lot?”

“Yeah, some. What I tell her to…what about that kiss?”

I kissed her.

The Symposium, plato...........his sexiest book, trust me...........

• And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth and mount upwards for the sake of that other beauty, using these steps only, and from one going on to two, and from two to all fair forms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the notion of absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is.
  • Sec. 211

• Beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may.
  • Sec. 212