No I won’t shut up about it. Because I am in love. I am in love with this city the way one human being falls in love with another. And a person in love can never shut the fuck up about it. It’s been almost two years now, and my love grows stronger every day. And, like a person in love, I cannot see Napoli’s faults; I can only see her perfection. Alan Watts once suggested that when you fall in love, you see another human being for what they truly are. And that person sees you for what you truly are. And it is in that state of finally mutually knowing your divine perfection, that you achieve true bliss.
Today, with my Napoli, I am in a state of pure bliss. Today, I can only see and feel and hear and taste that Napoli has always effortlessly been what other cities around the world are now so desperately trying to be. And no matter how hard they try, they will never be able to touch her.
And I won’t tell you exactly what she does, or how she does it, because words couldn’t describe it anyway, and I am a possessive lover who doesn’t want to share today. Maybe tomorrow I will want to share her with you, but even then, I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you. So, if you want to know her, you’ve got to seduce her yourself, and pray to the Gods that she’ll be kind enough to do to you what she’s done to me.
Sometimes Napoli is a woman. And sometimes she is a man. Today, for me, Napoli is that kind of unbelievably beautiful and generous woman that every man dreams about sleeping with, opening herself up to me willingly, gracefully– accepting my clumsy intrusion upon her perfection, and thanking me for it while we do it. But, other days, Napoli is a cruelly dangerous, yet irresistible man, throwing me to the ground, slapping me, choking me, spitting in my face, calling me a stupid whore–
And then declaring his undying love, going down on me for hours, and giving me the best orgasm of my life.
What will Napoli be tomorrow?
I don’t give a shit.
We are here now.