The spectrum of sexual expression, like the mighty Mississippi, is wide and deep. People find eroticism in a fascinating, and sometimes appalling, variety of places. I’ve heard it said that “the heart wants what the heart wants”. I guess that is equally true of some of the other organs of the body.
I once heard ‘perversion’ defined as “anything you’re not into personally”. My interests may be more parochial than some but, as rule, as long as things are safe, sane and consensual, I am prepared to “leben and leben lassen“…. live and let live.
My oh-so-sophisticated philosophy was challenged, however, at 6:30 this morning driving down the highway. In the next lane was a woman ‘of a certain age’ driving a mini-van. What struck me at once was the fact that she had her hair in curlers. Some may have thought she was just running late but the facts were obvious to me. It was a walk-of-shame situation. She was on her way home from one of those curler fetish parties I’ve read about. It would be ‘slut-shaming’ to say she looked the type so I will reserve comment other than the say there was no need to swing by the bakery because there was already a tart in the car.
When I was younger it was more common to see women in curlers. It was a simpler time. Ladies of quality would cover their head with a tasteful scarf if they needed to leave the house but seeing someone with curlers in their hair would not stop traffic or cause a stir in any but the most refined neighborhoods. In recent years, however, it is something I rarely see. I think standards of glamour as well as the technology used to affect them have changed. Curlers have become an anachronism.
Apparently scarcity leads to eroticism. In the same way that a scantily-clad form can be more enticing than one that is totally nude, so too, the sight of luxurious tresses with their curls under construction can drive some folks wild in a way that a perfectly styled coiffure can never quite achieve. I confess I find the whole thing
And this one:
Straight people are into all that weird stuff. To paraphrase Ouiser Boudreaux; ‘some people are too twisted for color T.V’.