Sex & Journalism

  As an erotic elitist and a sexual snob, there is nothing that turns me off more than the very common.  The situation that Mr. Wood’s seems to have found himself in is one that naturally appealed to me.  I was inclined to join what would soon turn into the masses and put my own thoughts of the subject online.  Then, something repugnant happened.  The story became rather trite.  Wealth and sexuality are two of my favorite topics.  I can also not deny that I love a scandal.  It would be unnatural for me to not, at the very least, give a mention to Wood’s fiasco.  Actually, it's very likely that once this story is put away and has a chance to become something more of a collectors item, I will be more inclined to offer my perspective on the events that took place.  However, at the moment, my interest is on a subject far less accessible than a spot in Tiger Wood’s little black book.

Somebody informed me that it was Christmas.  I believe this means that I was supposed to tell someone what material gift I wanted.  Being fashionably late, I am only now getting around to making my interest known. 

Being a fan of modest erotic photography, I’ve become a bit excited with the prospect of getting my naughty little hands on these titillating table art.  The sexiest photography is not that which reveals, but simply hints at and teases the viewer.  There is something about lighting, curves, shadows, colors and attitude that are so much more sensual than a blatant display of the taboo.  This preference perhaps reveals itself in other aspects of my life as well.  I prefer a subtle brush of the hands to a grab, a whisper to a shout, the essence of a presence to the demand of attention. I do not want the whole piece of cake.  I just want to run my finger through the icing, and savor the sugar that transfers from that one lick until the sweet taste of luxury slowly dissipates.  I will then have something to remember until another cake another time, where I may once again allow myself only a simple sample of it’s promising delight.  How I adore always having something to look forward to.  This Taschen teases me just the way I like.  Perhaps Ellen von Unwerth was reading my diary, as she seems to have made her way into my mind and delieverd exactly the kind of thing that gains my approbation.  I admit (pardon me), that the cover of her book, Fraulein, isn’t the only thing that’s hard.  Available in English, French or German, I might be inclined to request it in French, as I do love not quite being able to fully  understand what is being said in the midst of seduction.  And wouldn’t you know, limited edition signed copies from years past are coming soon.  I can not deny I am simply hypnotized by the black and white image of this gorgeous creature strewn across the top of a piano. She is wearing nothing but a hat and tie, yet, I see no bits at all.  It’s one of the included images of perfection that would look even more perfect on my very own tabletop.  Perhaps I’ll have to put in another request for Valentine’s Day Of course, I’ll be waiting until February 14^th to do it.

A Taste For Taschen

Merry Christmas, if you care.  If you are a humbug honey like myself, then I simply wish you warm and wonderful things through the rest of the holidays.

 Raquel