Sense and Sensuality
Being single, uninvolved, and disinclined towards one night stands (not that there’s anything wrong with them), I don’t know how universal my views on sensuality might be. I was thinking about that the other day and decided that maybe I could get some insights from God.
I don’t know what I was thinking.
If you’ve been reading along for awhile you’ve probably noticed that God is pretty cagey about letting me know the specifics of what’s going on in other people’s heads. So while I was trying to find out some intimate details of my fellows in humanity, he spent the conversation shaking me down to see what I’d reveal about myself. Now even with God, who can obviously know anything about me that he wants, I’m somewhat cautious about what I actually say out loud. It just strikes me as a matter of being polite.
So we were talking and he was asking and we came around somewhere to the semantics of it, like conversations with me often do, and I brought up that the root of sensuality, both linguistically and physically, is in the senses. This led me to comment that one of the most sensual things that I’m able to do on my own is take a shower in the dark. For me, sight is such a primary sense that it tends to overshadow everything else, so shutting it out tends to illuminate everything else all the more. The spray of the water hitting flesh, the vaguely crackly sensation of bubbles popping in the lather,the smoothness of the tile against my bare feet. These all loom larger in the dark.
Of course, the taste of soap also seems to come up a little stronger in the dark, but I wouldn’t actually call that “sensual.”
God just sort of looked at me. He said that of all the things I’ve thought about and of all the things I’ve tried, that was it? A shower? He said that sometimes talking to me is like talking to a little kid. Sometimes the things that come out are things that have been festering in some deep dark back alley and sometimes what comes out is just so innocent and cute that he just wants to reach out and tousle my hair.
So I said to him, “Well there’s something to be said for blow jobs, too.”
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