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ANAIS NIN KNEW GOOD SEX

Embroidery by  Erin Riley

Embroidery by Erin Riley

She was a fire that could heat up any room she walked into. Silent and discreet on the outside, wearing such an effervescent attire of lust underneath her skin. Anais Nin was a lover of literature and a passionate woman in love. She turned her auto-eroticism and lustful ideals into tormented prose glazed with nakedness and heartfelt, maddening suspension. So if you’re going to go all the way to throw a bunch of gracefully embellished sexts to that person who makes your heart skip a beat and your insides burn, have a try with miss Nin:

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvellous that only the marvellous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvellous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”

“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous – lava, inflammable, unrestrained.”

“I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.”

“You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.”

Painting by Anna Taut

Painting by Anna Taut

“Only the united beat of sex and the heart can create ecstasy.”

“Passion gives me moments of wholeness.”

Illustration by Gino Rubert

Illustration by Gino Rubert

“When he first stepped out of the car and walked towards the door where I stood waiting, I saw a man I liked. In his writing he is flamboyant, virile, animal, magnificent. He’s a man whom life makes drunk, I thought. He is like me.”

He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.”

Artwork by (yet) unknown creator

Artwork by (yet) unknown creator

“Whenever you do something that is not aligned with the yearning or your soul—you create suffering.”

“I with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me innocent or naïve, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”