October 24th - Back to bed
I am so grooving on the bed... I love my bed. I'm not that keen on the frame mind you.. I would love to have a sturdier one, and either something very industrial looking, or, very exotic looking... preferably exotic. One of these days, I'm going to build my own bed. It will be huge... like the opium den beds from the turn of the century.. made for group lounging. It will be very big, and very red... It will be a bed for living in. I live in bed.
I love to sleep in bed, I love to make love in the bed, I love to read in bed, watch television in bed, eat in bed... I love my bed.
Tonight Wolfe and I had the cam on the bed, making love again... sweet.
the bed is like a backdrop, and everything that happens on it.. becomes art. Actually, I think the bed itself is art.. mind you, I think everything is art. I've had some pretty intense philosophical discussions debating that point in the past. Art like beauty, in the eye of the beholder... I think so, anyways.
For me... life holds a lot of art... and a lot of it for me, is erotic art.
Maybe it's a form of idealistic optimism.. that when I look at the world around me, I choose to see it through eyes that are searching for beauty, searching for emotion, searching for intensity, movement... wanting and craving some kind of higher communion with the things around
me, to create something sacred in the mundane...
See that statement seems pessimistic to me... there is nothing mundane, it is all sacred, and I'm not creating the sacred, I'm only allowing myself to experience it, to connect with it, to let it unfold within me. It's always there, waiting. Something numinous.. right around the corner. Something I only catch little glimpses of, here and there. Though that makes it all the more potent, and all the more tantalizing. Like the small sliver of flesh you can see through a poorly fitted blindfold.
Sacred? or profane...
Either way, my big red bed drives me pleasantly insane.
XOX
Katt