Ugly Beauty
Hypersexuality

Kofi Fosu Forson

“I made love to you last night. You were sitting in a hotel lounge in Hong Kong. I was reading “Flaubert’s Parrot” a continent away.”

Do men desire women for their vulva or do they aspire to read them as text? Introduce me to a man who lived his lover as novel or cinema and I’d be the first to tell you that the vulva should be removed from the commercial sense.

We’ve managed everything from cave paintings to stick-figure pornography. There isn’t a more true explanation for coitus than the need for sexual pleasure. What happens to the body when it’s prevented from enjoying such desirability due to illness or impotency?

Could there ever be a replacement for the body as it floats through time and space? Modern lovers will be quick to prove that much is desired in the stroking of the hair, continuous eye-contact, acquired smell of the lover’s body to embrace, foreplay and finally fit into each other with a romp.

If the body is deformed, as in an illness and it takes on different exaggerated and horrific physical forms; much attributed to a diagnosis, what then is beauty? How do we make that decision to name some one beautiful? Isn’t beauty a part of that conscientious element to recognize a quality in someone? Perhaps, it’s physical, spiritual or universal as in a smile?

Can we redeem beauty within the intellect? I personally believe beauty and intellect are traits of a rather exceptional people. With intellect comes imagination, color, Technicolor, hypersexuality and hyperrealism.

The figment of beauty which many can’t ever rationalize is in the dirt, the ugly. Indeterminably, the visceral is particularly filled with pangs, fear and lust. To commit to take a bite out of an apple is justified. The look in your eye and the thought on your mind as you bite into that apple is personal.

Beauty is madness. Beauty is the intellect. The ugly is beauty.

If and when the vulva is removed from the commercial sense, each and every one of us will be able to love as people, pets and animals.

At the moment love is the color of cholera.