A review by nathansnook
Gentlemen Callers by Corinne Hoex

funny lighthearted reflective fast-paced

3.0

Anyone can be an object of desire, but who is the subject of desire?

A woman dreams and dreams until she is desired by men she has never met. Men she has come across in passing, in pure imagination, only to be felt as soap, as marble, as object. Where does desire begin? At the hands? In the eyes? At what point is it felt? In the core? By grazing? By grace? 

She dreams and dreams until she is nothing. She dreams and dreams until the desire is overwhelming. She dreams and dreams until she is desire herself. Until she is invention. Until she is invented.

Woman is absence of the self when felt so deeply, when feeling is a despair tied at the mercy of wanting and needing.

Short. Sweet. Savored in thirst that hollows into hunger. Best read when your naked and lonesome, listening to old EP's by Kelela and FKA Twigs

water me gomenasai~