There are people who say that sex isn’t important in a relationship. That friendship and getting along are what coast you through the years. No doubt this is a faithful testimony but is it a true one? I had come to this feeling myself. One does after years of playing this Lothario and seening nothing but an empty bank account and a pile of yellowing love-notes like IOUs. I had done to death the candles and champagne, the roses, the dawn breakfasts, the transatlantic telephone calls and the impulsive plane rides. I had done all of that to escape the cocoa and hot water bottles. And I had done all of that because I thought the fiery furnance must be better than central heating. I suppose I couldn’t admit that I was trapped in a cliché every bit as redundant as my parents’ roses round the door. I was looking for the perfect coupling; the never-sleep non-stop mightly orgasm. Ecstacy without end. I was deep in the slop-bucket of romance. Sure my bucket was a bit racier than most, I’ve always had a sports car, but you can’t rev your way out of real life. That home girl gonna get you in the end. This is how it happened.
- Jeanette Winterson, Written on Your Body
Comments (7)
well, i don’t even have anyone who i can call a “home girl” yet… :p
enough griping! is it yes or no? if yes, will we get to meet her sometime? :D
is there an inside joke that i’m not getting?
LOVE the quote
ooh! meet who? ^.o
No, there’s no inside joke, and I am rather amused at your most active imaginations.
I LOVE that photo of you walking down the beach(?). Where was that taken, and whom by?
Now that I look more closely, That’s not a beach is it? :P My guess is Iran.
It’s a beach north of Desaru, by jasmine.