Sex and language can be inconsolable bed-mates. Best friends with benefits. They can go out for a coffee, talk unabashedly about life, and get drunk on each other. They can wake up in each other’s arms, with one pretending to have already freshened up. And the other playing along for the kisses and giggles.
But whenever I have tried to write about sex. I would regurgitate bedtime fantasies. Some dreamy scenario in which I compare making love to orchestrating wild music or consuming juicy fruits. Or I would create analogies that buried lustful emotions under a heap of arbitrary visuals. Like the rose petal scene from American Beauty, which happens to be the most Indian-influenced piece of Hollywood cinema. As I was watching it, I expected Mena Suvari’s leg to tip over a glass of milk, as she gnaws – awkwardly – on Kevin Spacey’s chin. The camera pans to a large wall clock. Nine months go whizzing by. Then – a baby’s squeal is heard behind closed doors. Everyone pretends to be happy that it is a girl child.
Welcome to India. The land of the Kama Sutra, and the home of the prude.
Growing up in urban India, sex education was non-existent during my childhood years. At home, it wasn’t brought up until someone would awkwardly joke about how the sweltering summer heat had nothing to do with the pimples on my face. Or how I might be spending a lot of time in the bathroom. I never understood the humor behind it. It was embarrassing. It spurred me, though, to develop ninja-like skills for securing operative areas outside the vicinity of my bathroom.
Like most teenagers, I was intrigued by the female anatomy. That is a fancy way of saying that I wanted to see naked women for no reason other than to calm down my raging hormones. Puberty was but a poorly-written peace treaty. There were no healthy social conversations about sex. Friends told each other tall tales, and they exchanged pornographic content. Neither unraveling the mysteries of physical intimacy or leading us towards sexual liberation, the B-grade porn only confused us further on matters relating to love and lust.
Now, a large percentage remain ignorant about the nature of sex. We continue to tag it to sentiments, that we once felt as teenagers, such as guilt and shame. We treat it as a tempestuous temptation that must be legally authorized by signing a family-approved contract.
In India, the historic repression of honest and practical discourses about sex has also led to its weaponization. Given the patriarchal structure of this country, it is one of the pillars of gender discrimination. Shockingly, marital rape remains decriminalized. People can still be arrested for kissing outdoors. And some of our elected officials continue to shift the blame for sexual crimes to the manner in which people choose to clothe themselves.
Even today, simple onscreen kisses in movies draw major reactions at theaters. I have seen people hide their faces behind open palms and nervously shuffle in their seats. A drop of sweat dances on a twitchy nose. A parched throat gulps dry air. A set of fingernails digs into leather. Everyone feels tense for a few seconds.
Dating sites, as widely used as they are in India, still draw condescending scowls. When I used to be on Tinder, a lot of people thought it was my last ditch effort to get laid. Despite the digital takeover of how we communicate with each other, they could not think of a dating app as the source of a meaningful relationship. Most of the time, their curiosity overshadowed their instinctive moral outrage. They yearned to know how I had been faring; probably, to improve their chances of finding a bride or, more likely, to vicariously live through my social exploits.
I’ll wrestle
the moon just to sweat
through the night with her
intransitive verbs, and
wriggle, like vaudevillian larvae,
grabbing air and light,
to find my way to her faux-pas,
and the warm crescents that
are her words.
(Images: Pixabay)
I do neither, but maybe I want to now. And your analysis about language chasing, encasing the body…you made the connection more than erotic. It was sensually sympathetic or something.
Just awesome.
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Sensually sympathetic. I very much like the sound of that. To paraphrase many before, language is sorta like the dog chasing a car in erotica, I feel. Once it catches up, it seems clueless.
And thanks again man, for, you know, the awesomeness!
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Oh I love the Parakeets.. soo soo cute
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Absolutely, i’d like to believe that they think they look a lot more terrifying when disturbed than they actually do. That would explain their badass stares. Some unbelievable cuteness right there!
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oh I had one for pet.. they are clever and totally adorable.. and they can pick up human words and repeat.. they flew around house and climbed up the curtains .
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Interesting & thought provoking~
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thanks cindy!
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What a play of words! Nicely written.. Especially ” Sometimes the intensity between two people is so palpable and pure that any conversation would titillate the senses, and burn the flesh in beautiful ways.” 🙂
P.S. I love parrots 😛
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thanks arig (i think this should be a thing), i love me some parakeets too
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you write well for someone who says erotica doesn’t inspire me..
such conversations as you speak happen when you have to replace physical intimacy with words..don’t you think..
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thanks saya.
I’m unsure if it is when one has to or one when one wants to. The dice can roll either way, I presume.
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mm..true..but as you said it would be exciting when one wants to..
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Perhaps it is related to people who are older or those having constantly been in long-distance relationships.But yeah, language can always titillate – no matter the circumstance
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or probably for whom conversations with your partner are more important than any other diversions..
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there we go, perfect!
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Well written piece Christy…I totally agree an intelligent conversation between two people can sometimes be more sensual and fulfilling. Once again great post!
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yes….I can totally relate to that….sometimes conversations can be so erotic even if they are about completely non-sexual things!! 🙂 In fact I have always been turned on more by conversations than by appearances anyway 😀 They have the power to make you fantasize about someone you never would have or be huge turn offs too….anyway great post as always!! 🙂
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Perfectly encapsulated, comrade! Words can be potent. Whether that amounts to intoxication or soul food poisoning depends on the nature of the beast.
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hahaha ‘soul food poisoning’ perfect!!!
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Reblogged this on Walkingtomydreams13.
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thanks for the free love, comrade.
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You are welcome 🙂 Sending you more love 🙂
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🙂
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I write erotica…
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I ll check it out! I remember reading a poem you wrote called safe word. That was really intense.
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Yeah I tend to do that sorry… I don’t try to be intense
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Uhmm never apologise for wild fires. I was complimenting the strength in the poem
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The other day someone told me my poem were too vulgar and it did hurt, so I deleted it! I’m still insecure about my craft
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Aiye aiye. Please do treat people’s tolerance for sexuality in art with a pinch of salt. The way I see it, if they find it in bad taste – they can always look away. I urge you to continue trespassing your own boundaries through language, what can be broken must be through words, if for nothing but liberation of the artist herself / himself.
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Thanks Christy… 😘☺️
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My level of writing is : they made out like a bunch of rabbits, eating each other’s faces.
runs away and hides her face
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Aww comrade, you can power-up as and when you please. I read your blog remember. also eating each other’s faces has some zombie/socio-political undercurrents to it.
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Hehe. Eating each other’s face=some sexy time hunger? Ll
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i am a huge fan of george romero (director of some of the best zombie movies ever), so i see what i want to see
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*lol
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Interesting and beautifully expressed, but not for me. For me writing about sex with Papabear freezes and ornaments it for both of us. I can keep it, then, add it my huge collection.
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Great post. You write about erotica well for someone who professes that it does not resonate with you as a writer. Your final sentence, though, had me catch my breath: “We are so keen on documenting the struggle and ecstasy of living and loving that we neither live nor love to the extent that we ought to”. I’m not sure if this resonated because I agree or disagree… I think I tend to believe that as writer’s we document lives that we live passionately 🙂
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thanks! and feel free to disagree, comrade. we, writers, might not be snowflakes, but we are unique dust bunnies! Ebb and flow through language though, we shall. Fiercely into the night.
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Oooooh purrfect! Especially the part, ” that’s the problem with writers. We are so keen on documenting the struggle and ecstasy of living and loving that we neither live nor love to the extent that we ought to.
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Thank you comrade!
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Uff kyaa likte ho.. Waah
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Giggles
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Uff kyaa likte ho…waah…
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Great birds and words!
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Thanks comrade!
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I liked everything you wrote but what I probably liked most was the part where you said your dad might be reading this. 😀 I think my blog is my best kept secret, I feel mortified even if I so much as imagine either of my parents going through it (in fact, I’m so paranoid that I admit to having tried out different combinations of keywords just to make sure what I write doesn’t pop up in the first page of Google results) 😛
Also, look what I found today: http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2015/10/birdman-parakeets/
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I totally understand where you are coming from. There was a time when I would have been terrified of my anonymity being ripped shreds, especially at home. Since this blog, I have been more open about my life than I intended to.
Also I I am a huge fan of creating social awkwardness for the sake of humour. Sorry dad hehe!
Glad you enjoyed it, anu (smiles)
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Christy,
In a country where things to be frowned upon are considered normal and normal natural things are made to sound abnormal, your post maintains subtlety and also conveys. 🙂
Best
Katie
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Thanks Kate! We make such a big deal of simplistic matters and demystify complex ones. Ah the discreet bourgeois of being a Neanderthal (smile)
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*The writing perfectly describes the situation in India. Sex is a taboo. The word only emanates imbalance.
And before I could comment properly the send button clicked unknowingly. And since I don’t know how to delete my comment, I have to face the ignominy of a stupid comment. 😛
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Awww thanks Srishti. No ignominy in this, soldier hehe I perfectly understand!
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Hahaha, I know! Saying it Art is not that stupid. It’s just the insertion of ‘the’ which doesn’t make sense.
Anyway, it was a nice read!
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Thanks again S. Art a la carte hehe
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Intransitive verbs of the moon… who could “object” to that!!! 🙂
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“Subject” to lunar eclipses I suppose! (Big smile)
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Once again, your courage in sharing your intimate feelings opens the door for the rest of us to join in a much needed discussion. that Nature keeps hinting at us to have. Well said.
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Thank you Tio, I d be happy to spark awkwardness because the truth, in essence, can be very awkward (smile)
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Delicious writing, as enjoyable as having sex!
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In this land, 99.9% of the time, the imbalance exists. Talking about sex definitely draws stares and in no time, you will be branded. Though, the situation is getting better.
The movie scenario was hilarious. 😀 Specially if you are watching with parents. Neither of us want the other to see what’s happening though all of us very well know that it is all natural 😀
If it’s TV, there is the fidgeting, the search for remote that goes on forever and then changing the channels ‘casually’. It’s been a long time since I watched TV, but describing the general scenario. 😛
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Hehe I can totally relate to the exact scene you describe. I remember Harrison Ford was the first to embarrass the family!
Thanks for sharing, dear friend (smile)
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So cute, lovely and romantic at the same time. This may not be comparable to human beings & I think I love the birds more in terms of photography 🙂
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To each their own, as far as the skies can stretch, and as long as there are feathers involved (big smile). Keep loving, my friend, keep loving!
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Interesting post with relevant pics…
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Thank you!
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Your post was awesome. It had everything – bird pictures, India, and sex. Haha!
I’m uncomfortable writing about sex, too… I think I feel better when I write about sensuality, or intimacy, because those don’t necessarily need to be about sex. 😀
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Reading this was no waste of time. You really a great handler of the ink.
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That’s some compliment, sire. Thank you so much.
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Ha ha. I read this right after I have a half hour discussion with the better-half about which condom to buy, and why !
My gynaecologist (who is also a good friend to me) says that among many families, sex stops after either of the couple reaches forty. I didn’t believe that until one of my friends called me the other day and said “I feel so ashamed, I am forty one and I still feel urges…when will this damn thing go away?” We spoke on the phone, so she couldn’t see me roll my eyes.
Oh well.
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Haha such pristine timing.
Gosh, your friend’s words sounded creepy. The perceived shame in it is frightening. For those unmarried in India, the preposterously-reduced chances of finding it come to light after forty. This, unlike kidney stones, will not pass for them, dear friend.
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