Monday, February 12, 2007

Ode to Angie...





Please forgive me if you find my topic of discussion to be over-exposed. But please grant me the opportunity to allow my flowerful ideas to blossom through the vessel of this gracious beauty….OH ANGIE!

Stay with me. I understand how one can become agitated by the manner in which Angelina has been masqueraded through the media carnival, only to undergo a metamorphosis into Brangelina—a most curious glorification of a mergence of coupled-celebrities into a hyperbole persona. But please consider my analysis of Angelina, as a body of curiousity—her most appealing exoticism, her ability to juxtapose deviancy/motherhood, and finally, her non-conformist sexuality.
I will admit, I find Angelina quite enticing, from her early days in “Foxfire” as the edgy, Margaret “Legs” Sadovsky, to her haunting and eerily accurate representation of psychopath, Lisa “you are already dead!” Rowe. I am content to submit my religious worship to the female entity, and Angelina’s presence has inspired me for many years now.
Before Brangelina transformed into a mega-media-monster, Angelina had already found a home in my heart and between my thighs. As a woman that loves women, thoughts of Angelina as my wifie, has encouraged my imagination to start running wild. I will be the first admit, I am a huge celebrity whore—consumption is part of who I am! I just can’t resist the ladies looking so damn UM! For those who know me, they are aware of my, HIT-IT List (which I will reveal to you at another time!) Let me reveal to you what ThunderpussGeisha finds attractive in a woman; Angelina, you shall be my muse.

Exoticism—Angelina has an aesthetic appeal that leaves you tantalized with wanting to know more….more….more. She clearly does not look like the girl next door. She has mad whip appeal. This leads you with the determination that if she were yours, you too could master the art of being good at being bad. You feel me? She has a presence that demands attention. With her unique presence and hauntingly deep-coloured eyes, she appeals as creature of PROVOCATION.
I am aware that exoticism is historically; a term that is intertwined with the politics of identity (non-European ethnicity is usually a marker); but Angelina is a modern, mixed breed, hybrid-hottie. You know those lips are not North American—YOU WISH! For the many times that I have fantasized about having those lips on various parts of my body, I say thanks to Mama Marcheline, for giving birth to the Eiffel Tower of luscious puckers!
What is more appealing about a human attraction, then glancing into a lover’s eyes and sharing an energy that promises being discovered and discovery? I am helpless for a woman that lures me with her unfamiliarity, hypnotic grace, arousing mannerisms and delightful self-confidence.

Deviancy/Motherhood: Yes, I know that it is quite interesting to place those words side-by-side, even if separated by a slash. But we should all be agreeable of the presence of the element of fantasy emerged within the female, virgin/whore dichotomy. “Only the one who hurts you, can make you feel better,” so once, the Mother of Reinvention said.
While culture regulates that women are most desirable when piously wholesome, gender-submissive and neatly domesticated, this is clearly a crock of crap. This can be refuted when looking at the Japanese Geisha, or the Italian Courtesan. These women were the Angelina’s of there time! They, like Angelina, were able to socially and culturally negotiate what was desirable in a female companion. Angelina’s “dark” and “non-conformist” sexuality (vials of blood around her neck, shaggin’ boys and girls and refusing to be categorized! SO Refreshing!) is an intelligent visual indicator that she has surpassed the boring redundancy of the chaste virgin imagery, and entered the realm of super-sassy whore! I am sure that her deviancy extends beyond the realm of tangible, and translates into some kinky shit in the boudoir.
Point 1: Deviancy. Angelina playing with knives. A Edgy action that emotes a stir that causes you to cross your legs a little harder. “I’ll teach you how to fuck!” There is something that makes me chew on the edge of my lollipop stick a little harder. Angelina is an overtly emotional woman—hence her fascination with both the fragility of life, and the inevitability of death. I think she would be kind of saucy as an embalmer/UN Ambassador. Often, we as women are called bitches because of our refusal to be socially obedient pawns.
[Flagellation shall condemn our sinister souls! We should make babies and cook! YOU WISH!]
The female psyche, shaken and not stirred with our heightened emotional capacity, pushes us to act as hyper-sensitive creatures. We seek salvation within our/others emotions. AJ is a prime example of this theory.
Point 2: Motherhood. Oh how many times have I pondered about kidnapping Maddox, and making AJ fall in love with me? Translation: one big happy, United Colours of Benatton, family! I am a sucker for a pregnant woman; it is a really sexy evolution that seems to encorage women to grow aware and less selfish (hence, men NEVER learn!). I am not implying that women should care for themselves after spawning offspring, in fact the quite opposite. All woman should splurge after popping a head out their vaginas!
But, when I did hear Angelina talk about how motherhood had forced her to re-assess her self-destructive nature, and realize that suffering extends far beyond the pity-party for one—oh god, I felt touched by her angel (NOT Della Reese!). Angie makes motherhood look sexy, hip and she looks DAYUM good doing it!
In conclusion, I love me some AJ! Don’t hate her because she is more attractive then about 99.7% of the population. She is straight out, a man-woman eater! EAT ME!!
Many women, who seem to inspire me in my life, like Madonna and AJ, have an un-canny ability to be resistant, un-afraid and stimulating. Evolution only occurs through re-invention. “Have you re-invented yourself?”

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