Constant Craving
I've been weak. I mean, I've been getting that feeling of weakness, mushy mangled up helplessness mixed with a little bit of happiness, hotness, craving for sex and skin contact. I don't know if you have the faintest clue as to what I'm talking about, but I think it's what K.D. Lang calls "Constant Craving" in that song. I get it when I watch lesbian movies with hot sex scenes. As if there's a game of mine sweeper going on in my body. Engulfed by romance. Don't get me wrong: I don't even like Kd Lang, neither do I like to feel mangled. But I've been watching Desert Hearts, that old pre-dyke-revolution movie with big American convertibles and lots of sand. And God, that sex scene hits right home. There's more to it than the sex scene. It's an excellent movie, a good story set in a seductive environment (heat, crooners, casino's, horses and chicks with boots). The movie is based on a book by Jane Rule and the storyline is rather s...