Those Orgasmic Curves
I wish I could remember everything about curves and planes of The Louvre. The way the sound bounced around the cavernous spaces. How the light brought out the glitter in carved stone. Where I stood to ogle the Winged Victory of Samothrace, because I think I fluttered around the bank of stairs, snapping it from every angle.
An orgy of geometry. Straight lines. Curves. Ellipses.
All that was nothing compared to one object.
I thought hearing the French help desk man utter ‘Venus de Milo‘ would be orgasmic enough. “Mee-lo” instead of “Mi-lo,” how I’d always said it.
Seeing the thing. The statue. The armless woman frozen in stone. That was something else.
MTM ushered me into the packed space, and I took in the ancient woman, lit to accentuate her curves. I didn’t really understand her allure, to be honest. It was sort of a letdown.
Until MTM whispered in my ear.
She’s regarded as one of the most beautiful women ever, Andra. And, she’s not small. She’s strong. Look at that stance. And, she’s curvy. If an object regarded as a standard of beauty for women can be curvy and proud of it, so can you.
I wonder how many orgasms those curves have inspired, down through the eons of time?
There, Lance Burson. I took your challenge and wrote one about The Louvre. I hope you approve.