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How To Be Erotic
Caitlyn Luce Christensen
First, forget your early anger. Forget twelve years of abstinence-only sex
education. Forget the Mason-Dixon line. Forget the scientific diagram
of a penis cut in half. Forget vas deferens. Forget the pink plastic model demonstrating the purpose of your body. Forget the pamphlet that
advised, Men have the stronger sex drive, women have the stronger love
drive. Forget the promise of disease. Forget your signature, which you
made when you swore you would wait until marriage. Forget the safest
sex is saved sex. There was no mention of you or your wanting. Forget
this.
You were taught to cover up sex like a net covers fish. Forget this, too.
Spool your fantasies out on a long string. Hold this aloft. Launch this in
a paper lantern. Watch as the lantern becomes entangled in telephone
wires, and then tree limbs. Watch as your fantasies spread and set the
roofs of your neighborhood alight.
Preserve your fantasies like canned peaches in jars. Line them up on the
basement shelf. There is no one to tell you what to keep inside.
Find any of the following arousing: snails ingesting and secreting calcium to encase themselves in their own shells; eight twisted hairs growing
from a puckered scar, the remains of what was a potentially cancerous
mole; unwrapping the plastic from a red bean cake, eating this whole
while still on the street outside the market where you made your purchase; puncturing a runny yolk with a fork; two slugs winding themselves about one another as they dangle on a long mucous-y string; the
insisting A flat in Chopins Prelude to Opus 15, Number 28; your doctor running a stethoscope over your camisole, instructing you to now,
breathe naturally.
And even though death, and regardless of death, and in the face of
death, and notwithstanding death, and in defiance of death, and although death, and undeterred by death, and despite death, your body,
thrums and flutters. Despite death, bone and the canvas of skin hung
upon it. Despite death, from somewhere inside, that unrepentant ringing. Despite death, you move to answer.
Caitlyn
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