I find little more stirring than the sight of a sleek female swimmer doing the crawl through the clear waters of a swimming pool. It is not the feeling—to see more, underneath, inside—that I might have on seeing a naked or sexily dressed woman, or on seeing the sleek swimmer standing at the edge of the pool in a revealing bathing suit. It is a primordial stirring, a desire to merge with this other person, to be moving through water with the same reaching, rolling, fluttering motions.

Image is of a print by the Lithuanian printmaker Eglë Vertelkatë (Swimming Woman, 2006).

Categories: Listening for the Unconscious, sex (more or less)

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