vegan, foodie, cooking enthusiast, spoonie, just trying to put one foot in front of the other...
Thinking about how very intimate a pleasure it is to be invited to look directly at parts of someone’s body they will not ever be able to view that way themselves, but at best only possibly in reflection or photographs or film or drawn representation. Like the back of a knee or an armpit or the curve of a shoulder blade. Being allowed into a realm of knowing them more intimately than they know themselves. I wonder if this is a subconscious part of why humans have come to associate nudity with vulnerability.
Things wowing me right now in very different ways-
Men with long hair and Kermit the Frog as Bob Cratchit. The persimmon muffins I baked yesterday are pretty kickass about now, too.