Not the one you give, the flower that you are I want

April 30, 2022. No. 231

Nothing like the particular smell of each being; It is not a war against personal hygiene products (shampoo, perfume, talcum powder, etc.) but think that after a little sweat, we all return to our original aroma. It's the same as pretending to be irresistible because of the brand of shirt or underpants (as if all night cats weren't brown); the only difference is that the odors are not seen and are noticeable on a less conscious level. The best exchange time for bodies is usually when they are without clothes and without cosmetics. The moral could be something like: do not varnish yourself so much, there is nothing like the natural you. You can come naked to my love party. I will dress you with caresses. Music, that of my words; perfume, that of my verses; crown, my tears on your hair. What better belt for your waist, what belt is more tender, stronger, and fairer than the one my arms will give you?... For your breast, what better girdle than my loving hands?... What better bracelet for your wrists than the ones my fingers form when I take them to bring your hands to my mouth?... A single bite, warm and soft, on the side of your chest, will be a unique clasp to hold the snug and wonderful chlamys to your body of my kisses… You can come naked to my love party. I will dress you with caresses...

Is sex dirty? Only when it's done right; says, with his usual sarcasm, Woody Allen. It really is love that qualifies the sexual act. Two beings who love each other have the freedom to do whatever comes to mind when they come together, everything they do and say, under the effects of that feeling, is valid; they are complicit in the actions they enjoy because they belong only to them (who become one). When, on the contrary, love does not exist: even the softest caress would seem like the brutal handling of the executioner, as Luis Rogelio Nogueras would say.

Sexual relations lightly, or for simple physical satisfaction, always come from selfishness and provoke morbid frustrations and aberrations —for which consumer societies have an entire pornographic industry, with audiovisual materials, specialized press, and large chain stores. where they sell all kinds of artifacts to take sex to the most atrocious violence. That is incredible. Such objects are seen for masochism, and a museum of torture instruments of the Inquisition is a toy store compared to one of those stores.

W. H. Auden wrote that churches next to brothels testify that faith can forgive natural behavior. Of course, there is a certain amount of humor in this, nothing more depressing and unnatural than selling the body (or to be precise, the soul). Whoever prostitutes are not esteemed at all and do not know the treasure of the purest delivery of the body. But at the bottom of that Auden joke, there is a great truth: sexual intercourse is—or should be—something very natural. There are those who twist, disfigure, or even give sex morbidity, and we owe this to beliefs, bad movies or songs, prejudices, and, of course, to the sex industry. All that gallery of mental flaws and bad taste, distances the human being from the infinite pleasure of total dedication, from the music of the bodies that love each other.

Not the one you give, the flower that you are I want.