i would like to reclaim the word orgasm.
it's become this nasty, guttural thing. That's just not fair.
you are probably thinking that i just had an orgasm, prompting me to ruminate on its attributes. see what i mean? tsk. tsk. tsk.
orgasms should not be limited to sex - it is the height of emotion. ecstatic joy. i don't feel this just during sex.
for example.
for your information, i just finished reading the lover's dictionary - a quirkily good little book, but the orgasm came not in reading the book, but completing it. there is nothing (for me) like starting something and actually finishing it.
perhaps this is why i am single.
or like eating - there is nothing like the "foreplay" of buying the ingredients, knowing they are destined for some sumptuous loveliness. Then prepping - washing hands, cleaning the kitchen only to dirty it again. and you know its coming when you are cooking and you reach that point in the recipe where you diverge from the words on printed page to smells, sights, and sounds - it becomes so visceral that of course it can only become better from here.
i have to pause. got a little heated there.
you know what?
its the g.
its the letter g in 'orgasm' that lends the word to that voyeuristic feel. that "back-of-the-porn-store" sensation. perhaps the o shares a bit of the blame as well.
i can't even put any labels on this post. shame. such a shame.
thank you, MacBookPro, with your unobtrusive backlit keyboard, your ready availability as soon as i open the lid. a wee-hours bloggers dream.
