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iron maiden: day1



the smell of cigarettes and perfume on your skin....



Tuesday, March 15, 2005
iron maiden: day 1

we spend our saturdays indulging our palates with new tastes. disconcertingly, our oral fixation has shifted from passionate lip-lock...to dining out. or maybe i am wrong. maybe we are just taking a break from kissing to discover all the other possible reliefs from the madness that drives us to masticate. at the restaurant, we go through the motions of poring over menus, interrogating the waiter, debating about this sauce and that and finally choosing the pleasures we would gladly tongue, suck, nibble, taste. throughout the meal, we talk. the delicate china perks up its ears, audience to our conversation. "they say great food makes you want to do either two things: dance or make love." "better if it does both. value for money, you know." "maybe our eating habits are pre-mating rituals." "i don't know. how you eat doesn't really drive me rabid. you look adorable, though." "really? that's strange. i find your dainty feminine bites terribly intoxicating. but then everything you do is." the length and width of the table between us separates us like a continent. "if you could smell pheromones off me right now, where would you start?" "your neck. definitely." "we're in a restaurant, silly. any other place?" "your knuckles." he grins and lifts his knuckles to my face slowly, like a prelude to some deadly kung fu move (slow motion slowed down 50 percent per second watch don't blink). i smell a woodsy smell. untamed. unfettered. i think maybe passion, even the familiar kind, is organic, like an element. it is part and parcel of the earth. it is either there or not. i smile. "okay, enough. let me smell your knuckles." i raise my hand, a pretty jewel sitting on my middle finger. he sniffs and says, "god, you smell good." i laugh. "jesus, we're such perverts." and there, with my arm outstretched, my fingers to his nose, the memory of our first real meal together awakens. i remember candlelight, antique furniture, the smell of flowers, the exotic taste of the chicken. i remember how he looked at me that one time—like he imagined she was there instead of me. it was a strange, sad look. a look i hated yet completely understood. when we left that night, i gave the chicken a positive review. i withdraw my arm and we resume eating. the meal is good. in my mind, it would always be good. there would be other adjectives later on, like delectable, sumptuous, orgasmic. but not today. not today. our mouths are chasms. we try to fill the hollow with food-laden silverware that mirror our fragility.

i rode north at 10:54 AM 47 kph

john pedaled up to say... yey. 1st comment. (i hope.) and yeah, freaking hell girl, you shouldn't be allowed to write this way. too much for a passionate boy early on a tuesday. i'm thinking of emailing you one of these days. eating cheetos and coke. i thank whoever it was that made you decide to write.

11:12 AM JErm pedaled up to say... damn i was shooting for 1st but fucking office connection is slow as a maggot so i got beat by john!! *ugh* i'm starting to feel like i'm reading a romantic novel everytime i come here. not something i normally enjoy but yeah since it's you it makes it cute! ;)

11:30 AM mussolini pedaled up to say... jerm > transience is not cute. she is divine. i would tell you her hollywood sex goddess lookalike, but she would kill me.

transience > i know why you understand his "look." i bet you still look at him that way, sometimes, in between moments of practicality.

12:01 PM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

so the battle for 1st commentator begins...been there, done that so I'm okay hehehe

trans - hmm dinner, I wonder what else was discussed? =)

mussolini - I wholeheartedly agree on your first comment but I'm curious who the hollywood lookalike is...as for the second comment *smirk*

12:20 PM
mussolini pedaled up to say...

ninjato > *smirking back*

12:30 PM
claudzki pedaled up to say...

sigh trans...if only my meals were as interesting :D

3:06 PM
retarius pedaled up to say...

yeah yeah, poetic and passionate...but what did it have to do with iron maiden, the greatest metal band on the planet? so you are a knuckle sniffer? cool fetish, perv. food doesn't lead to sex, food *IS* sex.

3:37 PM
monsterspank pedaled up to say...

One Iron Maiden fan posting after another. We come in droves, it's true. I am jealous.I was just about to eat. Except it is midnight and I'm home, where I will eat by myself. However now I can imagine, that girl my heart pitter patters for. I have that good of an imagination, you know.

4:09 PM
Kishore Murthy pedaled up to say...

u have a knack to get the juices running and strike up a roaring appetite ...

4:11 PM
Fist pedaled up to say...

Knuckles.

Excellent.

5:52 PM
hera pedaled up to say...

eating as a pre-mating ritual? i wonder how that would apply when i could have bits of food stuck on my braces. imagine how sexy my date would feel. lol.

but then again, maybe pheromone-laden perfume on my knuckles would work.

7:05 PM
Jay pedaled up to say...

Transience, you make me fall in love all over again.

8:05 PM
MK pedaled up to say...

sorry for being a mainstream idiot, but this sounds like an art version of When Harry met Sally.

blah.

nice one again... what can i say.

Peace.
M.
10:47 PM
Lorena pedaled up to say...

damn, what a great escape from my daily routine to wander into this story!
very sensual. i love it!

1:11 AM
Sara pedaled up to say...

Those last two sentences are truly great. I'm glad I have taken them in.

1:51 AM
small squirrel pedaled up to say...

well, food and love and sex... I am italian... those are all 3 sides of the same coin. and oh yes, smell... one of my most favorite senses...

lovely plays on words here, trans... brava!

8:57 AM
john pedaled up to say...

and yeah, knuckles.

a good meal and knuckle-flirting would spell "a very good time" for me.

9:39 AM
deryke pedaled up to say...

seems like there is more to be told here. if i am not mistaken the iron maiden is a torture ref, but anyways... those lovely dinners of being charming and aloof. the first dance with a new lover. the fading memories of meat and romance.

im getting misty.

10:16 AM
paningit pedaled up to say...

damnit, trans! not about food! not about food and sex! argh!

11:05 AM
paningit pedaled up to say...

food.. sex... chicken.. food... sex... chicken.. food... sex... chicken... food... sex.. chicken.. antiques.. flowers... wood.. food... sex... chicken.... aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!... oohh, pizza :)

11:06 AM
nicole pedaled up to say...

boys definitely shouldn't read this post at work.

neither should girls, for that matter. :)

brilliant writing, transience !

11:10 AM
transience pedaled up to say...

john >> freaking hell. i didn't know this post qualified as passion on a tuesday. it did make me hungry, though. btw, cheetos and coke are bad for you. put them away and email me instead.

JErm >> romance novel? cute? these two things you said appall me to no end. but since it's you, i will forgive you. heh.

mussolini >> ever heard of the word pimping? and in between moments of practicality, i wonder why the hell we aren't in ireland yet. that constitutes a completely different look.

ninjato >> what else was discussed, you say? you should know. you're his cousin. and why are you smirking?

mussolini again >> why is everyone smirking?

claudzki >> i'm a complete nutter.

retarius >> actually, iron maiden is a metaphor. i guess that part will be much clearer by the time i get to write about day three. and why don't you use the knuckle-sniffing tactic on the strippers? it could be a blast.

monsterspank >> hey there! i've missed you . how are you? next time i'll join your late dinner then you don't have to imagine, heh!
and don't be jealous. as far as i'm concerned you're always top of my list, heh! still finding the eternal sunshine of your spotless mind? hope you're feeling well. don't get nightmares sweetie, you hear? mwah!

kishore >> erm, okay.

fist >> i knew you'd like that. hope you're winning the fistfight with the flu.

hera >> i concur, hehe.

jay >> i'm glad.

m >> you're no idiot. and thank you for the edifying piece of information.

lorena >> appetizing, too. damn, i'm hungry again.

sara >> i'm happy you have. thanks for dropping by. and hope you are well.

squirrel >> i promise to save up to go to italy with you.

john again >> flirting with knuckles. nice turn of phrase. thanks.

deryke >> i think i'm getting misty, too. is it the end of the world already?

a >> LOL and ROTFLMAO! you are too adorable. and too hungry to deal with properly right now. i shall wait until you are better.

nicole >> beware! m said i write blog porn. hahahahaha! it's always nice to see you, sweetie.
2:19 PM
paningit pedaled up to say...

ooh, ooh, ooh deal with me now... throw me one of 'em chicken wings.

3:06 PM
rolly pedaled up to say...

I've always associated food with sex... I'm always passionate with food around. Eating is so sensual. see how big I am.

4:25 PM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

How would I know? It's not like we talk about you whenever we see each other hehe =)As for the smirking, well I'm not sure about mussolini, but all I'm saying is I couldn't have said it better myself *smirk*

5:30 PM
You've Got What I Need... pedaled up to say...

"dainty feminine bites..." I love it.
I find your post, Tran, "... terribly intoxicatng"! Hehehe... I steal, and I steal, and I steal.

12:57 AM
Anti-Blogger pedaled up to say...

There is NOTHING as libidinous as a buffalo wing eating contest with your significant other. Damn that is sexy.

No?

5:36 AM
mussolini pedaled up to say...

"iron maiden: day two" is taking too long....

10:41 AM
john pedaled up to say...

Anti-Blogger>> i agree. buffalo wings are just the bomb. especially with your fingers, becuase there gets to be a finger-licking session right after the eating. thinking of doin that with a beautiful girl with you is just as exciting as a thought can be.

yum.
10:53 AM
transience pedaled up to say...

a >> you are still hungry and still unruly. i am giving you nothing.

rolly >> you don't look that big to me. but i'm sure your wife appreciates the way you are. heh.

ninjato >> he told me that you told him that my mouth kept on running away from me. shame on you, cousin to my kwee.

ygwin >> that would only be a compliment. thank you. i love i love i love.

ab >> only your brilliance exceeds your libido.

mussolini >> be patient, evil twin.

john >> a pity how everybody seems so famished nowadays. and i never did get the buffalo wing metaphor. sad, but not really.

11:15 AM
bismuth pedaled up to say...

i remember ennui telling that story about this sexy actress biting into a bar of hershey's. remember? remember? and the way he acted it out!
on a more relevant note: i discovered that chili, while it stings the tongue, makes one crave for a helluva french kiss. :)

2:24 PM
Calaloola pedaled up to say...

there's something v beautiful and bittersweet about this... a scene that looks perfect and abundant to onlookers but the real stuff, hunger and loss and not-quite-enough seeps through.

i didn't mean to be an absent blogger trans! i'm still around, just lazy. and thinking and dwelling far more than i am writing or posting...

2:58 PM
john pedaled up to say...

famished... sex-wise? food-wise? both?

never mind the buffalo wings.i'll explain when i can.

uhmmm... how does one email you, btw?

4:27 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

bismuth >> go fly to moi! go! go!

calaloola >> you understood this piece perfectly. perfectly. and even if you are lazy, your posts always come out so beautifully.

john >> email me about the buffalo wing metaphor. the address is on there together with my profile. =)

10:05 PM
ennui pedaled up to say...

Hi trans! Didn't want to disturb your dinner that night ;)

Bismuth - i HATE you for even bringing this up yet again. But I forgive you because you brought me gifts from Malaysia. That'll suffice I suppose, as long as it ain't some Hershey choco bar.

1:18 AM
ninjato pedaled up to say...

hey no fair calling me out on that one since it was true! =)Although I must admit, it was quite interesting having to talk to him for the first time in this context since learning that you and I were pseudo-related hehehe and yes to be honest, for what its worth, your reaction (or non-reaction as it were) during our phone conversation was truly amusing *smirk* =)

3:19 AM
RuKsaK pedaled up to say...

Smelling each others knuckles in public is obscene and I love it. Keep up the good work - I'm taking my wife to a nice eatery this evening for some serious knuckle sniffing after reading this.

7:05 AM
The Zero Boss pedaled up to say...

"tongue, suck, nibble, taste". Sounds like the next Joan Jett album.

Really, though, excellent post.

9:53 AM
Blog ho pedaled up to say...

mmmmm. pancakes. pheromones make me think of pancakes. and sex. and knuckles. 3 of my favorite things. except knuckles. sex and pancakes though are very nice.

1:35 PM
Jax pedaled up to say...

Caloola, trans ->

I'm glad to have read your little exchange there. Means I'm right in what I'm about to say (which I tried to say 2 days ago but blogger was being a bitch).

Your posts are always exquisite in their tension. The dichotomy of your deep love of this individual, and your... lassitude with something which I haven't quite identified yet flavours what would be an utterly romantically perfect post with an excruciatingly ephemeral melancholy.

I love experiencing something so familiar to me personally within someone else's writing. I am a musician, and thus appreciate when the chords someone strikes in me resonate well.

1:45 PM
Kathleen pedaled up to say...

Wow, the memories... somehow you can dissect a single moment for everything it is... I do feel like I'm reading a romantic novel as well.

2:29 PM
Stan pedaled up to say...

...held speechless...

2:51 PM
paningit pedaled up to say...

not even if i say "please?" please...

4:00 PM
transience pedaled up to say...

ennui >> you didn't really disturb me. btw, i can still see you in my mind reenacting that scene.

ninjato >> it's not like you don't have the blabber syndrome yourself, you know. hahahaha!

RuKsaK >> order the chicken.

the zero boss >> thanks very much. so nice of you to drop by.

blog ho >> i could give you a math lesson, if you want. just to help you count to three. okay? okay. now, how do you want your pancakes?

jax >> i'm glad i struck a chord. i hope it was a nice-sounding one.

kathleen >> better than mills & boon, i hope. heh.

s
tan >> hi, there! i missed you.

a >>
oh no. down, boy.

4:25 PM

Jax pedaled up to say...

its really only after you put two chords next to each other that they start to sound good, I feel.

Otherwise they're just lonely!

8:32 PM
Spicy Cauldron pedaled up to say...

Hi transience, just to let you know I've included your blog in a Friday round-up of worthwhile ones to visit.

This was a great piece of writing, by the way! x
11:52 PM
CAROLVS pedaled up to say...

Another Freudian post! Hmmm... :^D
3:29 PM

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