Hey QJ readers!!
As mentioned in my last post, during the next four installments of Queer Jesus I’ll be practicing my sensual writing technique, ScentErotica, while moving through five of the seven prompts I’ve curated for Fallen Angels, my upcoming experience (more info at the end of this post).
Scent-Erotica offers an easeful and accessible way to explore erotic creative writing through smelling or recalling a scent, then letting the scent guide your imagination and writing toward sensory details that stir your desires.
For today’s post, I am designing a setting with the scent of ginger. I want this setting to be another business in Edentown: the 3 Wise Babes (mentioned previously in the last post and in my Meet Jesus post).
When you walk into 3 Wise Babes off Main Street in Edentown…you immediately feel a spark, like gold has rushed through your bloodstream, causing your heart to pump a drum solo with lots of cymbals. Enchanted, inspired, stirred.
The walls are dark umber but the environment is bright, every nook and corner and inch of ceiling filled with hanging yarrow and wood-wicked candles and citrine and an orange tabby cat, named Myrrh. You’d think, with all of the material and cat dander, the air would be a bit over-stuffed and dusty, but two large air filters hooked on either side of the walls brings a crispness, a clarity to the space.
The two large front windows are adorned with sienna-hued linen curtains, and there are matching sienna swirl symbols and sigils painted across all the brown walls. From some speakers crackles Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours.
Oak tables (crafted by the one and only Jo, the town carpenter) are filled abundantly with local artisan’s witchery, giving the shop the impeccable feel of community magic. So many hearts and spirits contribute to the contents of the shop, and the buzz of it all is truly honeybee quality (literally—there are jars of hometown honey for sale).
The most magnetic part of the shop is located in the back left corner: There resides a five-tiered, ochre-hued bookshelf, overstuffed with tomes and zines and paperbacks and even records, all for the taking and trade as you wish.
On this quiet Tuesday morning, Myrrh the cat purrs and rubs against the leg of a patron inspecting an old Heart album—Little Queen— at the community bookshelf, as Judas, one of the “wise babes,” threads dried neroli and ginger flower together into a smoke bundle at the front counter of the shop, daydreaming about the babe next door.
(P.S. ScentErotica is the writing technique I’m sharing and facilitating during Fallen Angels, my 7-week experience featuring a luxurious kit of sensual accoutrements (perfume potion included!), perfume glamour, and erotica writing, all in the name of sexuality connection and celebration during the timeline of lent, which as many know, is typically a time of restriction and shame...Not in Fallen Angels. Doors close for the first run of Fallen Angels on 2/8/23, and all the fun begins on 2/22. <3 Learn more here.)
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