Rachel Picabia
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Anais Nin? Henry Miller? The Marquis de Sade? Anne Rice? Alina Reyes? Go on, give us some hot quotes from your favourite erotic novel or short story.
I think Molly Bloom from James Joyce's 'Ulysses' is one of the greatest sexual characters in literature. Pretty hot stuff for 1921. I think Joyce got quite a lot of insider information from his lusty Galway lover, Nora Barnacle. 'Ulysses' is where stream-of-consciousness writing began and you really get inside the character's mind to her darkest thoughts. There's little in the way of punctution (this was the first great modernist experimental novel) and that kind of makes it all the more real as Molly jumps from thought to thought. Very earthy and real - not an idealised image of sex at all. Try reading it in a soft, lilting Irish accent:
"he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open at the front to encourage him as much as I could without too openly they were just beginning to plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree cove a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die the ships out far like chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love doing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the best my blouse open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldn't let him he was awfully put out first for fear you never know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant Ines told me that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhere yes because they once took something down out of a woman that was up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there where they come out of youd think they could never get far enough up and then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres a wonderful feeling there all the time so tender how did we finish it off O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldn't let him touch me inside my petticoat I had a skirt opening up the side I tortured the life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel rrrsssst awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was shy all the same I liked him like that morning I made him blush a little when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him and took his out and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons men down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of voice so I went around to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said hed come back Lord its just like yesterday to me and if I was married hed do it to me and I promised him yes faithfully....."
Over to you now.
Whatever you choose doesn't have to be great literature - just whatever appeals to you.
rach
xox
I think Molly Bloom from James Joyce's 'Ulysses' is one of the greatest sexual characters in literature. Pretty hot stuff for 1921. I think Joyce got quite a lot of insider information from his lusty Galway lover, Nora Barnacle. 'Ulysses' is where stream-of-consciousness writing began and you really get inside the character's mind to her darkest thoughts. There's little in the way of punctution (this was the first great modernist experimental novel) and that kind of makes it all the more real as Molly jumps from thought to thought. Very earthy and real - not an idealised image of sex at all. Try reading it in a soft, lilting Irish accent:
"he was looking at me I had that white blouse on open at the front to encourage him as much as I could without too openly they were just beginning to plump I said I was tired we lay over the firtree cove a wild place I suppose it must be the highest rock in existence the galleries and casemates and those frightful rocks and Saint Michaels cave with the icicles or whatever they call them hanging down and ladders all the mud plotching my boots Im sure thats the way down the monkeys go under the sea to Africa when they die the ships out far like chips that was the Malta boat passing yes the sea and the sky you could do what you liked lie there for ever he caressed them outside they love doing that its the roundness there I was leaning over him with my white ricestraw hat to take the newness out of it the left side of my face the best my blouse open for his last day transparent kind of shirt he had I could see his chest pink he wanted to touch mine with his for a moment but I wouldn't let him he was awfully put out first for fear you never know consumption or leave me with a child embarazada that old servant Ines told me that one drop even if it got into you at all after I tried with the Banana but I was afraid it might break and get lost up in me somewhere yes because they once took something down out of a woman that was up there for years covered with limesalts theyre all mad to get in there where they come out of youd think they could never get far enough up and then theyre done with you in a way till the next time yes because theres a wonderful feeling there all the time so tender how did we finish it off O yes I pulled him off into my handkerchief pretending not to be excited but I opened my legs I wouldn't let him touch me inside my petticoat I had a skirt opening up the side I tortured the life out of him first tickling him I loved rousing that dog in the hotel rrrsssst awokwokawok his eyes shut and a bird flying below us he was shy all the same I liked him like that morning I made him blush a little when I got over him that way when I unbuttoned him and took his out and drew back the skin it had a kind of eye in it theyre all Buttons men down the middle on the wrong side of them Molly darling he called me what was his name Jack Joe Harry Mulvey was it yes I think a lieutenant he was rather fair he had a laughing kind of voice so I went around to the whatyoucallit everything was whatyoucallit moustache had he he said hed come back Lord its just like yesterday to me and if I was married hed do it to me and I promised him yes faithfully....."
Over to you now.
Whatever you choose doesn't have to be great literature - just whatever appeals to you.
rach
xox
