Word-horny

I can’t dance the cancan
Yet
But I CAN cancan learn
And if that cancan can’t be taught
I can the cancan yearn.

But while I cannot cancan yet
I can’t be cancan spurned
Cause once the cancan can be danced
I’ll do that cancan turn.

And twist and writhe and dance away
The darkest of the nights.
While kicking up my feet and sway,
In the brightest of stage lights.

It doesn’t take much to get me word-horny. Horny for words. Aroused by text. As a writer, that is. But once it happens? Oooooh-wee – hide yoself!

I’ve never really been able to put a finger on the hows and whys of it – but certain plays on words, certain sentences and phrases, certain flows and rhythms in text I read will get me to an ecstatic form of happiness.
I’ll get to a state of physical excitement that resembles me seeing Ian Somerhalder pout darkly into a camera. Or Channing Tatum grind a stage to the tune of ‘Cookie‘. My body actually responds to the glee I feel – hence the phrasing ‘word-horny’. It’s a spring in the step, itch in the fingers, heart racing kind of ordeal that just has to be translated to paper (or screen).

And when I get those jitters I just have to write. It can be a word or a topic that springs to mind, just begging to be worded in infatuated sentences.

Or a string of them, inspiring a whole story. It can even be a wordless rhythm that is asking to be filled by whatever – like that cancan rhyme I woke up with bouncing round my skull.

The thing about this word-horniness is that it can be all my own. I understand deeply that you may not share my love for the god that is Ian Somerhalder. Or that Channing Tatum might have you want to gauge out (your?) eyes. They don’t have to have that same effect on panties for everyone – just like my words needn’t resonate the same way with each and every reader.

I can have you reading that rhyme up top and practically gag at the horrendousness of it and still read it to myself and excitedly hop in my chair. Word-horny.
My enthusiasm for the written word has never been (and can’t be) curbed by the feelings of others. It’s why I can’t do nothing but write ‘for me‘ and ‘about me‘.

I give in to my wordhorniness, I don’t try to create it in others. It’s too personal. The erogenous aesthetics of text that I crave might not ‘do it’ for any other and in that way follow the mysterious paths of human attraction.

The person that might bring about horniness in one might fall flat for another. Just like the words that get me going might make no sense to you. And that – that is ok. Because it’s that initial excited response that matters more than the causes or consequences. It’s more important to get word-horny than to also be instantly gratified.

Or. Maybe this whole blog was just subliminally steering your mood with the repetition of the word horny to see if that would actually bring about that effect just for the hell of it. Who knows! Cancan you guess?