Persuasions
The Flâneur readily admits his persuasions are hard to define. I’ve done so for years. Friends and enemies nevertheless continue challenging me for more exactitude, taking an aggressive posture toward the issue as if I’m somehow intentionally secreting facts away.
In truth, I’m as much of a stranger to myself as I am to others. And it seems likely that everyone’s desire for clarity, with respect to personal persuasion, proves eternally elusive. We take our damned sense of confusion to the grave, I suppose, and that’s that.
Even so, it would be safe to assume I’m intrigued by both men and women, but I never court and am most often described as asexual. As for the banal question of intercourse, I feel that’s an institution best bought and sold, even purloined from time to time.
Within the context of commerce, you see, the world is a wonderfully arrayed sexual marketplace. Find the right merchant, and as long as one has enough pennies in his purse, he can have anything he desires, no matter how fleeting that particular persuasion proves.
Other contexts obfuscate this particular clarity. Therefore, I avoid them.
