'His totem is the wolf,' she repeated to herself.

A strange transport took possession of her, all her veins were in a paroxysm of violent sensation. 'Good God!' she exclaimed to herself, 'what is this?' And then, a moment after, she was saying assuredly, 'I shall know more of that man.' She was tortured with desire to see him again, a nostalgia, a necessity to see him again, to make sure it was not all a mistake, that she was not deluding herself, that she really felt this strange and overwhelming sensation on his account, this knowledge of him in her essence, this powerful apprehension of him. 'Am I really singled out for him in some way, is there really some pale gold, arctic light that envelopes only us two?' she asked herself. And she could not believe it, she remained in a muse, scarcely conscious of what was going on around.


D.H. Lawrence - Women In Love, 1921

Baby did a bad bad thing

dir. Herb Ritts, Chris Isaak -  Baby Did a Bad, Bad Thing, 1999

Remember when we used to make out in public?

But honestly,

don't you miss wanting to leave handprints on my ass?

Thus Spake Dionysus

"It's the same thing watching anybody doing something they're really good at, like watching a symphony, or watching porn. They do it all the time; they're really good at it. I may never make the Ducale lasagna with the fifty layers and the meatballs in the one and the quail egg in the other, but just knowing that it exists makes me happy, and knowing that somebody can make it and do the Mexican cartwheel on the porn channel makes me really excited about the future of both porn and food. "

Mario Batali - 'Batali Beat'

Lucky Peach 3, 2012

Ieri - Oggi - Domani

Vittorio de Sica, Sophia Loren, Marcello Mastroianni
Ieri, Oggi, Domani, 1963

'If somebody asked you what your deepest sexual experience had been, what would you say?'

I knew the answer to that. 'Lying in bed early one morning and watching a woman in a red dressing-gown brush her hair.'

Graham Greene - The Quiet American

CLC

Love: The first time Kurt and I slept together was at a Days Inn in Chicago. We were having our first postcoital moment, and we’re watching MTV and the video came on. I pulled away from him, because it was his video, his moment, he was the king of the fucking world, and he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. Which was symbolic, like, “I’m letting you into my life.” That really endeared him to me. The next time I saw the video with him was at the Omni Northstar Hotel in Minneapolis. I’d flown there to fuck Billy Corgan, who still had lots of hair. I didn’t even know Nirvana were playing that night. Kurt and I wound up at the Northstar, and our daughter, Frances, was basically made that night. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was on MTV every five fucking minutes.

here

that's right, I can't control it - I need seven inches or more

nasty girls, dance dance dance

"I think that you have to be elegant naked to be elegant clothed."

'Today, a woman knows being a woman, feeling like a woman, putting on lipstick, feeling wonderful is very important. The power of her femininity is an important asset. I keep saying this is the century of the woman.'

Oscar de la Renta

the pleasure of fiends (some girls are so vain)

a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
I was afraid to raise my eyelids, but looked out and saw perfectly under the lashes. The fair girl went on her knees, and bent over me, fairly gloating. There was a deliberate voluptuousness which was both thrilling and repulsive, and as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal, till I could see in the moonlight the moisture shining on the scarlet lips and on the red tongue as it lapped the white sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head as the lips went below the range of my mouth and chin and seemed about to fasten on my throat. Then she paused, and I would hear the churning sound of her tongue as it licked her teeth and lips, and could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer - nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super-sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited - waited with beating heart.

Bram Stoker - Dracula

the walk home

petit oiseau, beloved

Il Portiere di Notte

Liliana Cavani, 1974

re: the moral

b: I mean, what are we supposed to talk about? Take away wine and sex and there's really not much else to my personality!
s: (laughs) I know, right?

fucking

a verb
in cars
like the old days
pushing further
into new subdivisions
that grow
as we grow
dense
and lived in
newly ready
again
like we move
new pavement
pushing further
into our bodies
at the edge
of new streetlight
when we come
back
again
we will have
to drive further
to find
the yet
uninhabited
houses
to fuck against
when the neighborhood
grows
like we grow
newly dense
into our bodies
yet again
at the edge
of new streetlight
to inhabit
a lit city
laid out
underneath us
a verb
we grow
fucking
in cars

Alfred Hitchcock

François Truffaut: In the course of our conversations we've gone into the dreamlike quality of many of your films, among them Notorious, Vertigo, and Psycho. I'd like to ask whether you dream a lot.


Alfred Hitchcock: Not too much ... sometimes ... and my dreams are very reasonable. In one of my dreams I was standing on Sunset Boulevard where the trees are, and I was waiting for a Yellow Cab to take me to lunch. But no Yellow Cab came by; all the automobiles that drove by me were of the 1916 vintage. And I said to myself, "It's no good standing here waiting for a Yellow Cab because this is a 1916 dream!" So I walked to lunch instead.


A.H.: Sex on the screen should be suspenseful, I feel. If sex is too blatant or obvious, there's no suspense. You know why I favor sophisticated blondes in my films? We're after the drawing-room type, the real ladies, who become whores once they're in the bedroom.


A.H.: Making a film means, first of all, to tell a story. The story can be an improbable one, but it should never be banal. It must be dramatic and human. What is drama, after all, but life with the dull bits cut out?


A.H.: The fact is I practice absurdity quite religiously!

- François Truffaut, Truffaut/Hitchcock

ancient chinese sexy graveyard

"The bodies inside the boats were still wearing the clothes they had been buried in. They had felt caps with feathers tucked in the brim, uncannily resembling Tyrolean mountain hats. They wore large woolen capes with tassels and leather boots. A Bronze Age salesclerk from Victoria’s Secret seems to have supplied the clothes beneath — barely adequate woolen loin cloths for the men, and skirts made of string strands for the women."

NYT

lingerie:

if you buy it, he will come.

merci, uncle karl

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