Well lets see… since I usually end up hyperventilating and sucking on my inhaler you prolly don’t want my opinion on what sex feels like… but I wouldn’t give it up for ANYTHING! Nothing on earth feels as great except maybe a hug from my son
And then a guy who wandered in looked at Bette and that man and said, “But when you take a gallon of mustard and pour it on elk, which feels better, the Pope, Michael Jackson, or a piece of shellfish?”
What does it mean that this thread has been hit over 11 hundred times, but only thirty people have actually contributed?
(Yondan says in a contribution which actually adds nothing of substance to the thread, but cannot bear the thought of visiting without saying something among such wonderful, bizarre, astonishing folks.)
A dangerous flag to wave in a site dedicated to eradicating ignorance, plnnr.
While I do not disagree with you on depth of the challenge, it seems to me that provides all the more reason to plumb the secret places yet unknown to us, to burrow and swim deeply, coming up to gasp for air only at the last extremity, then to dive again and again, refusing to give up, to give in, until at last, we…
Would a rose smell any sweeter if you knew the chemical make-up of the fragrance and why that particular molecule, when picked up by the olfactory cells lining the epithelium in your nose, triggered a nerve impulse to travel up into your brain and set off a particular set of neurons that further triggered your memory of smelling roses in the past, thereby making you say “Wow, this rose smells good.”
Would a piece of chocolate cake taste any better if you were able to describe, in the most minute detail, why it tasted good in the first place?
No, my friends, some mysteries are better left unsolved. Its enough to know the feeling - you don’t have to describe it.
But then what is the point of art, of literature, poetry music, and dance, if they are not at once both expression and exploration of the ineffable?
Describing one of life’s greatest pleasures does not need to reduce it to the mundane, but instead may become yet another way of reveling in its glory.
While I cannot describe the feelings intercourse engenders in women, one of the best descriptions I have ever read about what it feels like for a man was written by Leslie Marmon Silko in the novel Ceremony. In her writing, Silko captures not only the sensual, physical qualities of the experience, but she also is able to evoke the profoundly spiritual and joyful nature of lovemaking.
In thinking about this thread, I have come to appreciate Silko’s descriptive celebration anew, not only for its vivid accuracy, but for the fact that she was able to bridge this seeingly impossible gap and decribe it from the MAN’S view. I am thinking now about what she left unsaid that I am now free to contemplate. I know that’s a bit vague, but later I will get the relevant quote, so you can see what I mean.