I Was Wordless Until I Started Typing
I had stored the Pierre Bonnard Bather for just such a wordless eventuality. She's preening a bit much for me, but she does have the anatomy for it.
Musing ... lately I've noticed myself being internally critical of women who are sexually overt in their speech, in their behavior.
What's up with that? What's wrong with a woman drooling over a nude male? Or making remarks about how hot this guy is ... and even how much she'd like to (fill in the blank).
Oh there's nothing wrong with it. Different attitudes and behavior for different people.
I just like to keep some things secret. I think that's very female: to be secretive, subtle, oblique.
The life I lived, working in a corporate environment, made me less female than I instinctively would have been. Being outside of that for a period of time makes me feel as if I have adjusted my balance in some way. Become more what I naturally am.
As much as I like men for their directness, their out-there quality, their aggression ... I just don't want to be that obvious. It feels more natural to be recessive ... not devoid of sexuality or, even better, sensuality, but not male about it.
I very much like being different from men. There's a surface tension that's enhanced when women aren't faux males ... but females.
What a luxury that is, to be exactly who you are. A gift.
Today's fragrance: (and did you notice, Bonnard's Bather seems to be applying scent) DelRae Debut with its light whiteflower sweetness ... I still am not certain about the linden but the lily of the valley is certainly right there with me. A clean, bright fragrance with some green to it, too. Bergamot, maybe.