infatuation with stature, a misinterpreted ideal, a sex goddess myth
of stripper as sacred object. My eyes see (or once saw, the fantasy
now rendered powerless by recurrent trauma) an infallible being of
inconceivable grace and beauty on that stage. She is/was the
embodiment of feminine sex, a goddess with the stage as her altar.
...no more.
she,(all the she's, all the dancers on all the stages in all the clubs
everywhere) for me has lost her mystique, the allure is dead, the
fantasy destroyed. No more does my heart leap from my chest with the
slightest human contact from the sex goddess. she has fallen, she has
been revealed, disgraced, stripped of her crown and her glory.
she is just a girl. like any girl, only human...
SicK66
http://www.vigilante.net/~sick66/