Few nights ago I was not sleepy, so I turned my Kindle on and began reading something or other, while checking my Twitter TL. A book teaser was retweeted, I thought it was the right time to check it out and soon there I was at my Amazon.com account.
"The Olive Grove" by Narcisse Navarre (@khajj) was the work, advertised as an erotic story. First I scanned the pages and, to be sure, the erotic scenes were there, including some very graphic descriptions. Nevertheless, the "mythological" tale led my mind to a destination quite different from what would have seem obvious.
It doesn't really matter if "The Olive Grove" is autobiographical or just the product of an open, pleasure-seeking mind. What seeps through the context is an admirable reproduction of the fantasies, desires, fears and doubts many women carry in their souls. Graphic eroticism cannot and does not overshadow the main trait of a woman's libido, a factor that may be the key difference between the two genders: How an individual's libido perceives sex.
I was lucky enough to gain the confidence of a few women over the past four decades, to the point where I heard them relate such fantasies and fears. The lesson learned, albeit it may sound obvious was: Men view sex as the basis and a permanent goal in a relationship, women see it as ONE part of a more encompassing, long-term spiritual bonding.
Gia, the tale's heroine, opens her soul to let the male reader glimpse a woman's mind at work, while a female reader will certainly relate to the core of those thoughts. Sensibility will lead both to enjoy the carnal moments, while wondering how such fantastic events will end.
And the end comes with a touch that confirms the lessons I learned. Maybe the two genders will never fully understand and support each other, but it's good to know one can peep through a window that is just a tad ajar and catch a woman at her truly naked state of mind.
It is a short tale that offers the added benefit of long-term pondering, and that is why I say the peep was worth it.