More Excerpts from The Notebook
Had a great, long weekend with Sal and Patrick, but there's not enough time for details. So I'll just reach into the ol' notebook for another inappropriately-timed idea:
One thing you couldn't generalize, [he] thought, was that the tickling of this random girl's whale tail would mean the same intellectually to each man. One guy might think of her as thonged ass and little else. But his extended fantasy involved her looking at him while he tickled his palm on her ass, her smiling and knowing that this was his candy. She'd believe that giving candy was often more rewarding than receiving.
It was about head-to-tail connection, as he often heard in dance classes. Of course, the instructors always meant this in the physical sense: a movement involving the contraction of the spine's two points, the head and tailbone. But for him, the connection meant every ass was connected to a head with a brain, thoughts and feelings, memories, urges, fears--shit: a soul! For him, objectifying women limited the fantasy, limited the fun they could both have. Yeah, fantasies were supposed to be personal and selfish, but he was selfish enough anyway and "personal" was just an acronym for "lonely."
Mace...out.
One thing you couldn't generalize, [he] thought, was that the tickling of this random girl's whale tail would mean the same intellectually to each man. One guy might think of her as thonged ass and little else. But his extended fantasy involved her looking at him while he tickled his palm on her ass, her smiling and knowing that this was his candy. She'd believe that giving candy was often more rewarding than receiving.
It was about head-to-tail connection, as he often heard in dance classes. Of course, the instructors always meant this in the physical sense: a movement involving the contraction of the spine's two points, the head and tailbone. But for him, the connection meant every ass was connected to a head with a brain, thoughts and feelings, memories, urges, fears--shit: a soul! For him, objectifying women limited the fantasy, limited the fun they could both have. Yeah, fantasies were supposed to be personal and selfish, but he was selfish enough anyway and "personal" was just an acronym for "lonely."
Mace...out.
posted by Mason @ 9:54 PM
2 Comments:
At 8:48 AM,
Jessica said…
Actually, people "Out East" don't think of geography much.
Well, unless you count the cool singing of "East Coast" with your fingers in combat with "West Coast." I think Big Pappa (R.I.P.) taught us that.
At 12:15 PM,
Mason said…
Blogger's word verification isn't bad, but I hate those ones that you can't fucking read the letters or they're cut off at the bottom and an 'a' is actually a q and then you lose your entire comment I hate that.
My word verification was "xitrct." Maybe they're Dr. Suess words or something.
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