“Ultra-sexy?”
See, that’s the thing we’ve lost, and I see it even in my thirties. “Sexy” is the suggestion of sex: Gilda’s glove, Frank’s lyric “it was a very good year for blue blooded girls who lived up the stair / with their perfumed hair / and it came undone / when I was 21...” Sexy is clear eyes on a natural woman, a slight, knowing smile, the whiff of lovemaking in the cut of a dress, a gesture -
Sexy is NOT a rubber-coated piglet with it’s tongue out, gyrating like a frantic victim of some neuro-muscular disorder.
Post #10 = Classic short and critically accurate. Best summation yet!
Yup.
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