Geek Love

[Evan Abla]

I think it's like the repulsion of sniffing an open carton of spoiled milk.  Of course it's repugnant, but we all smell it again, eh?  Okay, maybe I'm the only one.  The smell of pedunda is very near repugnant at times, but again somehow (whether chemically or not) it creates some sort of sexually driven desire.  Body odor in sexual contact is not repugnant, but on the subway it's rather abhorant, eh?  There is something animalistic about pedunda.  In history, by sports reporters originally, the word beaver is used as some sort of euphemism.  Pussy as well.  I think there are all sorts of animal (in this case non-human) allusions in love (in this case "love-making").

evan

Evan M. Abla
eabla at nazarene.org

"Silence is a word which is not a word, 
and breath an object which is not an
object."
                              --G. Bataille

>>> Hartwin Gebhardt <Hartwin.Gebhardt at eqos.com> 10/06 10:00 AM >>>
> >Sorry, I fail to understand this, totally. The opposing 
> principals your
> >statement/question is based on are themselves repugnant.
> 
> 
> I think that is exactly the point.  The repugnance of loving 
> something repugnant.  I, for instance love the paradox, even 
> as repugnant as it is.  

I'm not making myself clear. There is (imo) no paradox, nothing repugnant to
begin with, about pudenda in any way, state or form, and certainly no such
thing as an animal vs non-animal opposition in love. That's all.

hag