Little Angry DollAcceptable Porn
September 4th 2006 16:36
Acceptable Porn
Don’t get excited.
Everyone has acceptable porn. Glossies we love, pictures we fanasize about, a world we want to live in...
My porn of choice is interior decorating magazines. Vogue Living, Inside Out, House and Garden. The pretty cushions, the expensive furniture, the natty nick knacks. Everything in the magazine rooms balance perfectly in one dreamy movement and I can enter a fantasy world, drifting from one gorgeous room to the next.
In reality, I step over toys, strewn across our crappy old, Persian rug (ghastly, I know, I know) past the half dead Boston fern (yes, I know! The shame!) and into a kitchen where I have actually given up on table cloths. I make myself a cup of tea from a tea bag – my grandmother’s Royal Doulton tea service has been put away until the boys turn 20 – and I sip it at a table with an ugly brown plastic table protector. Which has poster paint on it. I think about the pashmina on page 161 and wonder if it could cover the chocolate stain on the lounge, if draped just so…
My sister knits. Her Porn of Choice is Jo Sharpe knitting mags. She has them all and every time I visit, I am shown the next beautiful cashmere piece she will attempt. I know better than to ask how the last one went. This is her fantasy world and I’m not going to spoil it for her.
For my friend Rob, it’s gastro porn. Donna Hay, Gourmet Traveller. He talks to me about recipes over coffee. Then he goes off to his job in a pizza shop.
I go home via Pentimento on King Street. I gaze at the pastel pink, blue and green ceramics at the back of the shop. The little photo frame made from nacre squares. I keep walking. At Eastern Flair, I don’t buy a pashmina. I buy a brown, single bed throw. I go home, cover the chocolate stain and know that the next one will balance perfectly.
Last week, I passed the magazine area in a well known book chain store and was happy to see that they had installed chairs where one can browse at leisure. It wasn’t so long ago that one was shamed out of a news agency by the glare of the owner for daring to flip through more than one fantasy without purchase.
Don’t get excited.
Everyone has acceptable porn. Glossies we love, pictures we fanasize about, a world we want to live in...
My porn of choice is interior decorating magazines. Vogue Living, Inside Out, House and Garden. The pretty cushions, the expensive furniture, the natty nick knacks. Everything in the magazine rooms balance perfectly in one dreamy movement and I can enter a fantasy world, drifting from one gorgeous room to the next.
In reality, I step over toys, strewn across our crappy old, Persian rug (ghastly, I know, I know) past the half dead Boston fern (yes, I know! The shame!) and into a kitchen where I have actually given up on table cloths. I make myself a cup of tea from a tea bag – my grandmother’s Royal Doulton tea service has been put away until the boys turn 20 – and I sip it at a table with an ugly brown plastic table protector. Which has poster paint on it. I think about the pashmina on page 161 and wonder if it could cover the chocolate stain on the lounge, if draped just so…
My sister knits. Her Porn of Choice is Jo Sharpe knitting mags. She has them all and every time I visit, I am shown the next beautiful cashmere piece she will attempt. I know better than to ask how the last one went. This is her fantasy world and I’m not going to spoil it for her.
For my friend Rob, it’s gastro porn. Donna Hay, Gourmet Traveller. He talks to me about recipes over coffee. Then he goes off to his job in a pizza shop.
I go home via Pentimento on King Street. I gaze at the pastel pink, blue and green ceramics at the back of the shop. The little photo frame made from nacre squares. I keep walking. At Eastern Flair, I don’t buy a pashmina. I buy a brown, single bed throw. I go home, cover the chocolate stain and know that the next one will balance perfectly.
Last week, I passed the magazine area in a well known book chain store and was happy to see that they had installed chairs where one can browse at leisure. It wasn’t so long ago that one was shamed out of a news agency by the glare of the owner for daring to flip through more than one fantasy without purchase.
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