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drabblemania: Jack Donovan's thoughts on the subject of sexual healing ...
A long, long time ago (so long ago it feels like another life) when I was living in London I came down with this flu. I don't know whether it was the climate change (it was my first winter in London, so I suppose it could have been) or whether it was just some horrible virus, but I was one sick puppy. Sick enough to not go into work for three days anyway, which is a big deal. I like being punctual. It makes up for all of the slackers around here. *laughs* Some of which are even related to me.
Anyway, I was horribly miserable, lying in bed with the cats, listening to Radio One - I could have cheerfully killed Trish for leaving it on Radio One, I was always a more Radio-Three kind of guy - half-asleep, half-awake. Feeling very sorry for myself, as only a sick American expatriate in London can feel, and seriously missing all the little tiny comforts of home. Sure, they speak English in London, so it's not as bad as some other places, at least you can mostly understand the language, but there's just stuff you can't get there, all of which I wanted, of course, because I'm sick as a dog and I didn't care that you can get great custard or fantastic curry or really good fish and chips. I wanted rot-your-teeth cereal and fifty-thousand cable channels; we were so broke we couldn't afford a TV, so both of those were right out. So I'm half sleeping and I feel like warmed over shit.
After awhile, Trish comes in from work and starts feeding me soup. Hot and sour soup, of course, this is Trish we're talking about. She's obsessed with Szechuan.
Did you know that hot peppers clear your sinuses? I didn't either, at the time. All of a sudden I could smell again. Trish always had this really yummy smell about her - patchouli and ylang-ylang and cigarettes and sometimes incense, very exotic. I, at the time, was a silly kid from almost-Chicago, and Trish was (still is, ask Tim) this decidedly sensual being - she and Anneka had taken trips to places like Morocco and Hong Kong just to shop, and I'd never been anywhere more interesting than New York before that past summer. Explains why I fell so hard, I suppose.
She introduced a much younger me to the concept of sex as medicine. I wouldn't say that's the best sex I ever had, necessarily; but it was certainly the most enlightening.
drabblemania: Jack Donovan's thoughts on the subject of sexual healing ...A long, long time ago (so long ago it feels like another life) when I was living in London I came down with this flu. I don't know whether it was the climate change (it was my first winter in London, so I suppose it could have been) or whether it was just some horrible virus, but I was one sick puppy. Sick enough to not go into work for three days anyway, which is a big deal. I like being punctual. It makes up for all of the slackers around here. *laughs* Some of which are even related to me.
Anyway, I was horribly miserable, lying in bed with the cats, listening to Radio One - I could have cheerfully killed Trish for leaving it on Radio One, I was always a more Radio-Three kind of guy - half-asleep, half-awake. Feeling very sorry for myself, as only a sick American expatriate in London can feel, and seriously missing all the little tiny comforts of home. Sure, they speak English in London, so it's not as bad as some other places, at least you can mostly understand the language, but there's just stuff you can't get there, all of which I wanted, of course, because I'm sick as a dog and I didn't care that you can get great custard or fantastic curry or really good fish and chips. I wanted rot-your-teeth cereal and fifty-thousand cable channels; we were so broke we couldn't afford a TV, so both of those were right out. So I'm half sleeping and I feel like warmed over shit.
After awhile, Trish comes in from work and starts feeding me soup. Hot and sour soup, of course, this is Trish we're talking about. She's obsessed with Szechuan.
Did you know that hot peppers clear your sinuses? I didn't either, at the time. All of a sudden I could smell again. Trish always had this really yummy smell about her - patchouli and ylang-ylang and cigarettes and sometimes incense, very exotic. I, at the time, was a silly kid from almost-Chicago, and Trish was (still is, ask Tim) this decidedly sensual being - she and Anneka had taken trips to places like Morocco and Hong Kong just to shop, and I'd never been anywhere more interesting than New York before that past summer. Explains why I fell so hard, I suppose.
She introduced a much younger me to the concept of sex as medicine. I wouldn't say that's the best sex I ever had, necessarily; but it was certainly the most enlightening.