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When I hear the word ‘sensual’ I immediately think ‘sexy’ and sexy I am not. So when my good friend, colleague & accountability partner, who by the way has also seen me naked, tells me she considers me most definitely sensual, I am curious. What exactly does this Ms. Angelina Joli look-alike, 15 years my junior (conservative estimate), 40 cm taller (perceived accurate estimate) goddess really mean by ‘sensual’ and will I be disappointed when I dig deeper?
With 3 days till my 14th wedding
anniversary my curiosity is piqued, I’m in the mood to be sensual – whatever
that means. Caution to the wind … it’s worth finding out.
So my Google search yields graphic results
that got me hoping neither of my assistants noticed and while I get a hint that the word might be
related to the senses, of which I understand we have 5 – some argue 6,
according to the world wide interweb, I am not the only one with lurid thoughts
around this word. This calls for me to go the more conservative route.
I imagine myself dusting off my very large
Oxford Dictionary which my mom bought for me way back when in her continual
quest to help me spell; but I can’t find it. Thankfully she didn’t stop there
cause I manage to uncover the slightly smaller Colins Gem, New Edition (1981!)
and Paperback Thesaurus, to help me unravel this conundrum.
The thesaurus confirms my thought process: physical,
libidinous (not sure what this means but I suspect libido has something to do
with it), lustful, randy, raunchy, fleshy (maybe this is what Claire was
referring to). Turning to the Gem I am bored by the
description: self-indulgent, of senses only and not of mind, yawn even for
1981.
What catches my eye though are the
surrounding words “sensible” “sensitive” “sentimental”; now these are words
that I think well encapsulate the me I like to display on the outside.
Perhaps these are indeed the adjectives
Claire was leaning to when tagging me as sensual, perhaps not. Quite frankly I
am curvy, short, googly eyed and love to laugh till my tummy hurts and my eyes
tear. I do not practice how to smile in photos with my one shoulder positioned
forward, chin tilted downwards to evoke some steamy fantasy, I do fire from the
hip, wear my emotions on my sleeve, love to communicate with my hands and speak
passionately at a rapid pace of knots.
I cry at airports, during adverts and at
every school function. I love to savour my food and quite frankly despise
buffets (even the beautifully decorated ones). I breathe deeply through my nose
to both smell the roses and calm my nerves. I see my life as a series of
stepping stones and while I sometimes stand still, I celebrate moving forward.
So now that I think I have gone off on a
tangent on the wrong topic entirely I conclude: Sensual is a strange little
word that evokes fantasy and pleasure; and judging from Google, I sense-you-all
might agree!
{Post by Tracey Foulkes, that crazy woman across the ocean who I simply adore. Image by Philipp Hilpert}
