Today, I'm not posting a short creative writing piece for your folks, but rather explaining a particular fetish of mine. Socially, sexually, and intellectually, I absolutely crave gentlemen and ladies who wield language like Zorro's sword. Being able to splice together smooth sounding sentences to articulate a succinct yet sublime thought makes the panties drop.
Weavers of worlds from words, also known as, great story-tellers are on my list of mind/body boner inducing "tropes". These gents know how to bring sequence of events together in a captivating and intriguing way. Plot points are hit like the hi-hat in an upbeat jazz jam. Gesticulations marry with articulations and enunciations of setting, dialoague, and enrapturous narrative. These gents are unafraid to play with their voice and visage during a tale. They may be usually very quiet, unassuming, and outwardly not the type. But perhaps these modern day bards might surprise the right crowd.
This may be a gross assumption, but I don't believe the vast majority of the adult population writes recreationally or professionally. The majority of jobs held don't exactly require great writing or language skills. Certainly, national language reading comprehension may be necessary for the day to day. Yet, I highly doubt that a great majority of adults take the time to sit and write the complexities of their personal thoughts day to day. Surely, they may speak to a friend, partner, or spouse about how their day went and comment about current news. But how frequently do they think of the world at large, humanity, morality, and other tenuous ideas that float in the minutia of daydreams and write or speak about it? How frequently do you?
The majority of the population probably doesn't explicitly recognize the usage of alliteration, simile, metaphor, and other facets of the language. I believe that most all folks recognize the beautiful and horrible usages of language and are able to differentiate. Being able to identify those modes of rhetoric and figurative language may definitely enhance someone's usage and application of language. Ergo making them deliciously and intelligently attractive.
As comedically golden as a perfectly executed pick-up line may be, it doesn't quite equate to what I call an eavesdropping erection. This is purely an intellectual arousal because I get turned on by the speech and not the looks. This has happened to me in restaurants, bars, airports, and wherever people generally have conversations. When I hear someone say something like-minded and in a way that is very sexily articulated, my interest is indeed piqued. It makes me want to listen to that person more. Note that the name eavesdropping erection really reveals how little human interaction I have in real life. Curiouser and curiouser.
Hope you enjoyed the spiel. I promise to write tomorrow evening after the shoot.
Love,
Hermia
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