The Human Animal

[poliphilo]

We wear our skeletons on the inside and are largely made of water.

Our natural condition is to be wibbly-wobbly and slippy-sloppy and therefore vulverable.

So we cultivate an ideal of hardness.

We aspire to look like statues,

we work out,

we present ourselves to the world in clothes which- from the suit of armour, through the corset to the business suit- suggest toughness and sleekness

and we make a taboo of the sex act because, to the outside observer, it is then that we are at our most flobbelly-dobbelly.