Saturday, April 15, 2006

Men With Short Term Memory Loss And The Women Who Love Them

Current mood: concerned

Romance and Relationships

Don't you just hate it when old people get forgetful and post the same thing on Delicious Demon they posted just a few months earlier? There should be a law against re-posting. Or at least some kind of software that warns the reader, "This is recycled material".

Here are two re-posts of mine, written after Ken posted his Caliphus story on Delicious Demon for the first time last November. If he posts it a third time, it will break my heart.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Please, Ken, don't post another sketch (your word) like Caliphus on Delicious Demon under your own name. It is a clumsy blend of fact and fiction. It was Venus de Milo (130-120BC), not your toppled goddess, who was found at Milo in 1820 and transported to the Louvre. Besides being approximately four thousand years younger, she's a hell of a lot smaller than your Aphrodite. Perhaps you've been staring too long at the Statue of Liberty. Can she be seen from Bay Ridge?

But I liked the denouement - when the old sculptor, surrounded by his adoring apprentices, gets crushed by a gigantic naked female. OK, she's a marble statue -- but we all know what that's about, honey. You can't get me off your mind. A simple castration metaphor won't do? I end up annihilating you, as always. What a drama queen you are .......

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

In defense of his Caliphus sketch, Ken offers the following explanation: Flights of fancy* that expand on the unknown origins of ancient phenomena have been traditional fictional devices as long as there have been storytellers. Nice try, Ken -- but I would bet it was inspired by the HBO Real Sex special that aired last night. There was a lot of eye rolling and giggly talk from Kim Cattrell about erotic sculpture in general -- and penises, testicles, labias, clitorises and G-Spots in particular. All of this to illustrate, albeit smarmily, that throughout recorded history men and women everywhere have been doing the nasty and celebrating it in drawings, paintings and sculpture. Duh. Aphrodite in all her guises was discussed and displayed again and again as the embodiment of female sexuality. Impossibly beautiful, serenely detached, forever unattainable, she is a goddess even an old misogynist like Ken can't resist. He worships dead celebrity goddesses - his favorite is Marilyn Monroe. There is no room in Ken's pantheon for flesh and blood love objects. Real woman need not apply.

*Ken specializes in "flights of fancy". See his self-serving post about me ("The Internet") on his home page. Even the smallest details are false. It's almost as if nothing he experiences is real, until he sees it through the prism of his imagination. Then it takes on a disturbing, distorted life of its own. The "me" he created out of his fantasies is far more real to Ken than I could ever be as flesh and blood. The woman he wrote to and talked to for hours on the phone was just raw material. The finished product, the person he imagines me to be, lives in Ken's head. Not surprisingly, she turned out to be a lot like him.