Tonight I'm in a room that smells of lilacs and frankincense with a hint of lavender. The lights are warm but dim, and the only sound I can really hear is that of something I can only describe as a distant and unremarkable gear turning. (A hum of sorts. In the vein of a refrigerator hum, but more mechanical and clunky.)
I had this conversation recently. It keeps surfacing in my mind, tonight:
What are the things you would do sexually for another person when the acts, themselves, don't particularly interest you? Here, I don't mean things you actively don't want to do and/or are repulsed by. Simply things that you've never had an interest in that you would be willing to do for a person who desires it. Somehow, it's easier to reverse the question and list the things you wouldn't do. That list, it seems, would be shorter.
The marbles of that conversation are rolling around in my head tonight, and I can feel the corner of my lip curling into a bemused smile.
be well; be loved,
k.
[image: DSQUARED2 FW25 ADV CAMPAIGN. Click on the photo to make it bigger so that you can study the expression of the central character.]
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