I guess there is something "cruel" in the relative "coldness" of the deep blue waters of the northern Pacific that prevent me from diving straight in on such a beautiful September afternoon, especially considering the location-- a lovely "urban" beach in British Colombia's biggest city, Vancouver. The wind was mighty nippy too. . . and wind can be cruel-- just like a certain mistress (mister?) missing in my life. It cums just as quickly as it goes, and what could be crueler than that?
If you haven't read Gilles Deleuze's deconstruction of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's masterpiece "Venus in Furs", I highly recommend the intellectual indulgence.
Granted, the pristine beaches of the Pacific Northwest provide an excess of pleasantries that make a steady matriculation into masochism fraught with contradiction, but that didn't stop the bubble butts of Seattle from stealing the show and returning Delueze's masterpiece "back" where it belongs.
And yes, it's true. Don't worry. I fully intended all the awkward wordsmanship in this post to cruelly attend your coldest estimations of me. :-) Beat me boys. Beat me off.
Knowledge is Discipline-- "Delueze on the derriére" at Dickslap in Seattle: