It has of course been a rough day. And then I saw this little art piece by Robert Gligorov called "Tutti Frutti #1" that sort of put everything in context.
Bananas, of course, have a long-standing tradition of being eaten as mushy sex organs. I can't number the times I've pretended to give a banana a blow-job because, let's be honest, some jokes just write themselves.
There's something stomach-turning about this piece, however. I don't know if it's the color of the fruit or the peal or way the banana skin resembles nothing I'd ever want between my lips. Perhaps, though, it's the shiny head that sort of nobs toward the corner of the frame, begging for attention.
But whatever it is, this image is both frightening and desirable. I may not eat a banana anytime soon, but I'll certain be thinking of peels more fondly than ever before.
The connection between ripe fruit and sexual organs is really intriguing. The metaphors, to use a cliché, write themselves. But it's late, I've got a goal to do some actual, hardcore (seriously, these metaphors) writing tomorrow. I have a goal to send my dissertation advisor my next chapter draft by the end of the month. Don't know if I can do it, but I can sure give it a shot.
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