So my new piece on Filthy Gorgeous Things is live and open for your reading pleasure. The piece, which I've called "Hush," talks loudly, purplish and long about secrets.
Here's the first paragraph:
Secrets in and of themselves are sexy. Knowledge, especially knowledge that is personal and private, is sexy. Power is sexy. And secrets, those delightful, frisson-bearing scraps and orts of information, hold power. A secret told enough times becomes a story, and while stories hold pleasure and while stories carry power, a story lacks the whispering, murmuring, susurrating sexiness that a secret does. “Secret”: all sibilance and cutting consonants, even the word is sexy.
Want to read the rest? Of course you do. Go here.
And as ever, let me know what you think in the comments below, and feel free to keep up with my daily meandering mind on Twitter.
Yay! Great article. I was just having a conversation about secrets with a friend that was along these same lines! I've been missing your regular posts... tweets just aren't the same.
Posted by: Secret Keeper | 05 October 2009 at 07:01 PM
I love the ending... my imagination started going right away. Thank you for writing again.
Posted by: monica | 06 October 2009 at 05:24 AM
bravo! Bravissimo!
secrets are sexy. indeed they are. your penchant for spilling them is one of the things that makes you such a good writer...and you even felt compelled to spill that one...
bravo.
Posted by: minstrel hussain boy | 10 October 2009 at 11:11 AM
This is a truly wonderful essay. It made me think about the times I have given euphoria to women and the times it has been granted to me. There are moments in time that I recall now from decades ago. Can this be possible? I am in my 60's now and the days of hotel sex with a new lover or forbidden groping in a car are long gone. But the gifts are still there.
Posted by: Vance | 07 November 2009 at 10:18 AM