Expressions of Sex

People say there is no such thing as an equaliser. But I disagree as sex is something everyone yearns for – it is a social freedom. Everything is possible and nothing is normal!

– Denise Beckwith, Sydney NSW Australia (2000)

She her I moves me

Below, I repeat Joanna Frueh’s words which stir around me as I melt into my open book. Today I am her audience and I alive experience her/my understanding of sensuous living:

“Erotic faculties enable amatory thought, acts, and activism. . . As a person’s erotic faculties develop, so does her lust for living. . .In actuality we move through the world and it moves through us. We move each other and are constantly changing. When we’re alive to this reality, it moves us, so much that we can’t stop moving, and there is no stopping a mind that moves. It is dangerous, and that’s a sign of health. The passion of the moving mind sets other minds in motion.”

Later, she writes:

“Bodily specificity is a key element in the performance of erotic faculties. I picture my body’s naked beauty and beastliness whether I am more or less exposed. I offer myself to myself; I accept. I am my own erotic object, to touch and to view, to experience life and to act in it. As long as I am an erotic subject, I am not averse to being an erotic object.”

– Joanna Frueh, erotic faculties (1996)

Clitorious

A Sensuous Line

I am naked in the sun,

and naked I was without clothes.

It was warm, loving and memorable:

Smooth heat curling around my breast,

slipping a line of sweat under the cup of each tit.

The warmth stretching down from the dip in my chest bone,

down along a soft tummy and around an exposed belly to a trim sex.

Naked, I will be in a sun that shines within a body warm.

Sex and sun meeting in the curl of my pelvis,

taught against my pubic bone,

slick skimming my body.

Loving heat along a body –

naked – I am a sensuous line,

ready for a pick up.

For us…

Writers writing sex, here:

“We need to speak about and with our bodies, to make art and writing that kiss us, to know our own wiseblood.”

– Joanna Frueh, erotic faculties (1996)