Polyamory, bisexuality and maybe even some atheism

Which? March 8, 2008

Filed under: Lustful language — Araliya @ 10:31 pm

First of all, bless the cacophony that is YouTube. You find the darndest things there. For instance, this video of Juliette Gréco, probably one of the last living members of the generation that sang the French chanson into the world’s collective consciousness. Here she sings the absolutely delicious “Déshabillez-moi” (Undress me). You can find the lyrics here and a reasonable, though not exact (or half as inspirational), translation here, if you want. But that’s not the point. Listen to and look at the way she sings it. Do the lyrics even matter?

I find that incredibly sexy.

But wait, there’s more. Now here’s a cover of the same song by Mylene Farmer, who has been singing it for at least 20 years herself.

Meh. The song is still fun and the update isn’t bad – the crowd certainly seems to like it – it’s just somehow too much. Everything from standing there in lingerie, to the mini pole-dancer move, to the squat-and-spread towards the end and that ridiculous scream (which is part of the way she does the song – it’s been there since at least the 80s) made me roll my eyes.

The original, for me at least, shows that you do not need to get your kit off to be sexy, or even deliberately sexual. It shows that ‘sexy’ doesn’t reside so much in the body but in whatever it is that that camera captured 40 years ago. It’s the idea that arouses, not so much the physical fact (though that’ll work at a basic level). I guess it’s the difference between the sexual and the sensual or the erotic. Any mammal can be sexual (at least in the way we tend to be – no offense to any avian or reptilian readers I may have), but sensuality requires the involvement of the mind as well. Sexual is doing. Sensual is how you do it. For me, it’s Juliette all the way.


Wonderful words February 21, 2008

Filed under: Lustful language — Araliya @ 4:40 pm

I have something of a visceral reaction to words. These are some of my favorites.

I’ve come to love the word ‘queer’ and now use it as a catch-all term for everything not straight, myself included. Both the rhotic and non-rhotic pronunciations slide of the tongue deliciously, but I think I like it better when it’s said more like “kwee-ah” with a slight downward dip into a hint of an ‘R’ at the end – a bit of a hybrid. Like me.

‘Dyke’ gives me goosebumps. It’s a decisive, uncompromising, take-no-prisoners sort of word.

‘Cunt’ is one of my favorites, rich with associations and connotations and visuals. The arch from the ‘n’ to the ‘t’ makes me thinkg of the way a woman instinctively tilts her hips when she wants you to touch her there. I hate that it’s used as an insult and considered ‘the worst word’ in English. It’s a beautiful word and we should use it more.

‘Polyamory’ is a wonderfully balanced word. Say it a few times and see how neatly ‘poly’ and ‘ory’ frame ‘am’.

There are more, of course. Some are sweet and soft, like ‘bum’ and ‘bottom’ for the human posterior, while some, like ‘suck’ are harsher and more arousing. And I’m sure different people find different words have different effects. I’ve been blogging here for a grand total of 16 hours so I doubt anybody’s reading this, but if someone eventually does, why not let me know what words you like?