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On Sensuality

Reclining Nude Amedeo Modigliani

Reclining Nude. Modigliani c. 1900

Valentine’s Day is a lovely thing – you’ll get no arguments here. But I also find a great deal of resonance in the every day and the unexpected. The quickie with your partner snagged during lunch; the tiny lick of heat just before a kiss; the accidental brush of a stranger’s skin. Those little moments, some stolen and some not, are almost always unexpected. For me, they are doubly as sweet.

Valentine’s Day gives couples an opportunity to reconnect, which is wonderful and very worth celebrating. But it’s sensuality, in general, that I think I’ll address during this Valentine’s week.

On Sensuality

There is sexuality, and there is sensuality. Sexuality lives in the obvious – the grin, the come-on, the last drink of the night. Sexuality is more subtle. It’s something implied. An affinity. A recognition. It lives in the eyes and the mouth and the collarbone. It lives in the hollow of the throat. Sensuality is subtext and metaphor; a promise often, though not always, kept. While sexuality thrives on demand, sensuality exposes your skin.

On the Value of Longing

Edward_Hopper_Summer_Interior

Summer Interior by Edward Hopper

I’ve been thinking, recently, a great deal about the value of fantasy and, by extension, of longing. To long is to reach and yearn and want, to search for the thing, whatever it is, that will soothe the ache of not-having. As humans, we long for so much. It seems instinctive for us to want.

To be in a state of longing is to be painfully and poignantly alive. It is, in essence, the concentration of desire on its object; the willful, (or un-willful), surrender to want. Longing, though painful, can be a pleasure, as well – one that is quite acute. It quickens the blood and sharpens the senses. It makes the body hum. Poor reward for those caught in the depths of it, but a compelling surface to skate on, nonetheless.