Engel's Bear.
Seriously, I never heard about Engel's Bear before last week. I had better get a copy of it. As queen of the gorillas, I am intimate, of course, with them, but only tastefully and vaguely. I think that the librarian who makes love to a bear sounds relevant.
If she is a mousy librarian who has sex with an actual bear, is that some sort of allegory or metaphor for something else? What is my experience, then? Am I not, in fact, Gorilla Queen?
God fucking dammit. Why would a woman write about another woman having sex with a wild animal? Oh, maybe that Engel is a man. Swearing was not necessary. This is not an academic journal, so I do not have to refer to every woman in literature who has been with an animal just because my story of my life happens to also have that as a key aspect--a minor aspect.
In the collective unconscious described by Jung and others we can expect to share major archetypes. These are fundamental to our psyches. Girls who dream of wild beasts. . .
if it is everyone, especially girls who love horses, then it is no big deal that it appears in both Engel's work and mine.
We are the two who admit it. My name is Isabel Shayle, and I have intimacy issues that I would like to address with a transitional object like a stuffed animal. In my case, I want the animal not to be stuffed but both imaginary and alive. My transitional object is a male gorilla of enormous strength who adores me and would never hurt me. He loves me the way Kong loves Fay Wray or Jessica Lange or Naomi Watts. He is a more manageable size, though.
And my hair is not blonde, but my gorilla does not care. I am perfection to him.
Before I get my hands on a copy of The Bear, I would like to write what I imagine takes place in the book. Once I read it, I will no longer hold in my head the pictures that are holding a place for future knowledge. The story will go into that spot. What I once imagined as the story will disappear. I am writing this small because it is erotic in nature.
Seriously, I never heard about Engel's Bear before last week. I had better get a copy of it. As queen of the gorillas, I am intimate, of course, with them, but only tastefully and vaguely. I think that the librarian who makes love to a bear sounds relevant.
If she is a mousy librarian who has sex with an actual bear, is that some sort of allegory or metaphor for something else? What is my experience, then? Am I not, in fact, Gorilla Queen?
God fucking dammit. Why would a woman write about another woman having sex with a wild animal? Oh, maybe that Engel is a man. Swearing was not necessary. This is not an academic journal, so I do not have to refer to every woman in literature who has been with an animal just because my story of my life happens to also have that as a key aspect--a minor aspect.
In the collective unconscious described by Jung and others we can expect to share major archetypes. These are fundamental to our psyches. Girls who dream of wild beasts. . .
if it is everyone, especially girls who love horses, then it is no big deal that it appears in both Engel's work and mine.
We are the two who admit it. My name is Isabel Shayle, and I have intimacy issues that I would like to address with a transitional object like a stuffed animal. In my case, I want the animal not to be stuffed but both imaginary and alive. My transitional object is a male gorilla of enormous strength who adores me and would never hurt me. He loves me the way Kong loves Fay Wray or Jessica Lange or Naomi Watts. He is a more manageable size, though.
And my hair is not blonde, but my gorilla does not care. I am perfection to him.
Before I get my hands on a copy of The Bear, I would like to write what I imagine takes place in the book. Once I read it, I will no longer hold in my head the pictures that are holding a place for future knowledge. The story will go into that spot. What I once imagined as the story will disappear. I am writing this small because it is erotic in nature.
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