Factoids from my life

[yakalskovich]

At the bottom of the escalator in the train station where I get off to go home, there was a puddle of blood this evening. Just sitting there. Not smeared, not nothing.

And on the way home, I bough two fresh figs entirely because there's something utterly salacious in the way figs lie in your hand, soft and plump and taut and just begging to be squeezed, let alone bitten into...

Comments

[wiebke.livejournal.com]

Figs, to me, are very sexually charged little objects, similar to pomegranates. I simple feel like I'm eating ovaries or something!

[yakalskovich]

Exactly. All those little seed pips. So totally fertility symbol and sexual metaphor and whatnot.

*smiles like a vampire, and bites into the second soft, velvety fig*