There are two kinds of Shock Value, the obvious one and the intelligent one. So much of our world today is fueled by the obvious one, going for the pure reactionary response. Once the shock has passed, so has the event and the public is on to the next one.
I love the intelligent shock value. Something that rocks your foundation and makes you question the norms around you. I thrive at destroying stereo types, demolishing preconceived ideas, I take personal pleasure in stirring the intellectual pot.
This blog will be dedicated to the Brazenness in me, the supreme confidence I have in that I am not defined by anyone's acceptance.
Are you up for the ride?
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Do you dare?
I have a fantasy.....
I'm at a restaurant with friends having a fabulous evening of food and laughter. I excuse myself to go freshen up in the ladies room and as I'm weaving my way through the crowded bar I encounter a gentleman going the opposite direction. Personal space is non-existent at this point, and as we squeeze past each other our eyes lock and a wave of something primal hits us. Without a word, we both lean forward and kiss, one of those deliciously soft but intense kisses that you feel with every pore of your being. Then, still without a word, we continue our opposite directions and back to our lives.
I've actually had sometime similar happen, not quite so spontaneous, but close. There is something slightly naughty and oh so delectable about the idea of such an intimate and anonymous encounter. I'm not talking about those drunken embarrassing antics that you regret the next day. No, a clear of mind, exquisitely unexpected, can't be explained moment that leaves you feeling a little high.
Tell me, if you could, would you dare?
I'm at a restaurant with friends having a fabulous evening of food and laughter. I excuse myself to go freshen up in the ladies room and as I'm weaving my way through the crowded bar I encounter a gentleman going the opposite direction. Personal space is non-existent at this point, and as we squeeze past each other our eyes lock and a wave of something primal hits us. Without a word, we both lean forward and kiss, one of those deliciously soft but intense kisses that you feel with every pore of your being. Then, still without a word, we continue our opposite directions and back to our lives.
I've actually had sometime similar happen, not quite so spontaneous, but close. There is something slightly naughty and oh so delectable about the idea of such an intimate and anonymous encounter. I'm not talking about those drunken embarrassing antics that you regret the next day. No, a clear of mind, exquisitely unexpected, can't be explained moment that leaves you feeling a little high.
Tell me, if you could, would you dare?
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