Friday, January 30, 2015
Another man that I've apparently enchanted, when I asked him what my aesthetic is...
He said that my aesthetic is of "myrrh and pomegranates, gold ceilings and saints, the Virgin Mary blue as the Mediterranean, old stone churches, lime trees,
night open air cafes, sepia photographs of elegant grandfathers"...his words conjure a sort of embellished nostalgia, a sensuous daydream.
How fortunate I am to experience such rapture at the blessing of his
words.
Saturday, January 10, 2015
One of my gentlemen friends told me the other day...
...that he dreamt of a woman sitting on a deep rouge upholstered sofa, a highball glass
filled with Flor de Caña rum sweetened with Agave nectar and garnished
with a clove, voices worn out by cigarettes and the late hour. What an
atmosphere...what a woman...he imagined that she was me. That this was my
aesthetic. Men. Such glorious creatures. <3
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