I like girls with biceps, beautiful girls with pretty smiles and rippling arms, i love girls with big hips and poochy bellies and the sound of singing, off key alone, harmonious when shouted, all of us together to the sound of simple instruments, the sort that must be struck.
I love breasts. I love the breasts of women, big giant full breasts described in metaphor, a variety of full figured summer fruit found throughout numerous geographical regions, and i love small tender breasts lean soft and pointy like flower buds, also found in a variety of ecological niches, even very harsh ones. I love the breasts of old women, when everything has dried away and hardened, the breasts of old women are still soft, even when they hang over tripping hearts, brittle ribs, when there there are worrisome calcified tumors, that sit like ominous pebbles, amid plump moss and velvet fragile skin.
What is beautiful is sweat, smelly sticky endlessly flowing salty damp cool sweat on hot skin, puddles on the floor, drenching sheets
What is beautiful is urine, smelly pussy yellow brown red and bloody, urine the secret of the soul, the window of the humors, frothy urine full of secrets, full of stories. What is beautiful is blood, dangerous sanguine, blood is still full of ghosts (they are called viruses now), and is still thick and dizzying and terrifying and life and death can be foretold in the vile.
Beauty, what is beautiful, do you love me, do you find me beautiful, this is what i find beautiful. Things like flowers, and sunrises, and an adorable list of multiple daily things that surround us but go unnoticed unless we are intoxicated. Also--things that are seemingly ugly, but on further inspection, and with the right soundtrack are also very beautiful, like the items of urban decay and industrial waste and secret worlds like prisons, hospitals, bohemia and crackheads on 16th street. Also--lovers and things that have to do with love. That is very beautiful. So too is youth, healthy food, mathematical patterns in nature, well engineered machines, you and your self esteem, small children and their mothers.
I also agree that red lipstick and young men with well defined and graceful bottoms are also very beautiful. Also, young men with glasses and computer programming skills, all though this is less commonly shared. Several types of well decorated pastries and most of the major works by Immanuel Kant--those too.
And you?
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I'm going to take a stab at this. Shapes are beautiful, and everything has one of those so no one gets left behind. Colors when they have a good reason for being where they are. Movement when it resonates with the landscape and shows a hidden logic which defies standard patterns, the kind which is forceful and all-or-nothing, leaving no room for doubt.
Anything sharp, jagged, dangerous: usually this implies also the presence of black. Fearless asian boys with hoods and harmonious grace which makes one stop and wonder while driving up Durant, and then cute Arab boys, in whose eyes I see a mirror of my self, on the way down Bancroft.
Muscular grad boys instructing logic on the blackboard in Moses, with good will and pure heart. Take me home with you!
Beauty is being alone in bed and feeling like everything is alright.
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