Message modified by board administrator September 14, 2009, 5:33 am
what an intriguing work of art you have crafted for us this week. There is much to be said about it, but I'll try to define my main thoughts.
Where I come from, the surgeon general commonly warns that smoking is harmful for individuals and all those around them. Is it conceivable that the beautiful lady in the foreground would ever intentionally try to harm her loved one(s)? Hardly. Still, she is quite guilty as charged. But in the heat of the moment, when emotions boil and reason gives way to passion, the dividing line between pleasure and pain, good and bad melts away. And all of a sudden, the poisonous intruder in her lungs becomes the cherished ambassador of her femininity, sent out to caress those parts of her loved one that her physical body is unable to touch. So wicked, and yet so intimate.
But then again, her lover willingly exposes himself to this cloud of love and toxins. After all, isn't it important in every relationship to make concessions, to grant space to the significant other's desires, in whatever form they may come up? Even more importantly, shouldn't innermost events be shared - and what qualifies as "innermost" more than a stream of friendly hostility that has touched her body from hair to toes?
A fascinating play of ideas, V. I am enchanted.
V notes: Just added the image link. Thanks so much Sphay, and everyone who commented on this one!