Whether it is timing or happenstance, Tuesdays crank it up a few notches. I woke up thinking about Miranda July in her 2011 feature film The Future and got annoyed when I looked up the Amazon customer reviews. It is supposed to be frustrating, you're not supposed to think Sophie and Jason are great, mature people.
Anyway, Miranda July's work has a bold throughline of frank and awkward and difficult sexuality that I find appealing. Unsexy sex is more sexy because it's realer. Stupid, broken people bumping into each other, flailing, grasping, each hoping that the other is a life raft. It's very human.
Anyway, that got me thinking about some of the strange women that I've met and the primal way in which we as humans still sort of flail around, our higher and lower brains in constant conflict. Societal needs on top of instinctual needs and we all just look at each other, wanting the same thing but unable to make it happen. Unable to cross the line of social boundary, trespass the contextual relationship and say honestly "___."