she is a respectable shakespeare professor, thick rimmed spectacles, jargon loaded academic publications and all, at fordham university, just three blocks away from where I live. this on days.
but at nights, she goes wild writing romance novels with titles like duchess in love and her latest, much ado about you.
last week prof. mary bly came out clean of her double life. she had a field day fielding questions from her students last week about her romantic writing life doppelganger, the flip your hair because you could, number 38 mac foundationed eloisa james of her steamy romance novels.
when asked how she should be referred to now, prof. mary or eloisa, she burst into giggles and said she always gets this enormous pleasure in maintaining two names, two identities.
enormous pleasure. now there's something I've been found wanting, in a fairly large degree, now that I have come out of my own closet, as well.
now that my proclivities, sexual mostly, are out there in the open I am indeed guilty of breaching this finespun rule by lady bracknell from the importance of being earnest. she held that "ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone."
by now, everyone who's into rap, gangsta rap, especially, knew the highlights of the life story of curtis jackson, better known as the platinum selling rap superstar 50 cent.
under 30, shot nine times-a 9 mm bullet to his face, his hand and the rest to his buffed and cut legs- the hardcore inner city ethos, everything gangsta.
but anyone who bothers to listen closely to some of his tracks could hear another story. in the dr. dre produced track in da club, 50 raps "I'm into havin' sex, ain't no makin' love, so come give me a hug."
a real g talking, no, wanting some hugs.
the bloom is indeed gone for me. in recognition for ignoring lady bracknell's admonition, I get what? a romance that throbs only inside steamy paperbacks? a hug that doesn't stay warm even until three in a mild late winter morning?