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This blog post might offer some unique perspectives and insights that could pose a challenge to the reader.

Maybe the language used is complex or the ideas presented are not straightforward.

However, despite the difficulty, delving into such readings can also be rewarding.

It can expand our knowledge, stimulate our thinking, and expose us to different ways of looking at things.

So, although it was a tough read, it might have been worth the effort in the end.

Reading "Henry and June" truly inspired my mind to take a wonderful journey back to all the amazing hours I spent with one of my favorite lovers. He was simply outstanding. In fact, just thinking about those times right now makes me feel an intense warmth spreading through my body.

I had been attempting to break free from a chemical dependency that I had developed, which was related to the smell of my lover's sex sweat. I desired to be attracted to other people who were more emotionally accessible. Such is life. But, my goodness, if Anaïs Nin's memoir didn't have me writing love letters against my own usually better judgment. Shame on me!

"Henry and June" made me long for the kind of good sex that leaves you in a state of excitement for weeks. After a 12-hour session, the sheets are dried from sweat, saliva, and everything else that goes beyond the emotional brink of just needing. It had me craving the kind of sex that deceives you into believing that you could love someone unconditionally, even after not knowing them for a long time. Even if you knew they might never want to see you again, after you let them do that really dirty thing with your goldfish, two wax candles, and a portable corkscrew in public.

It's all about sharing passion, being filled with electricity, and experiencing the beauty that comes from that shared passion. It's about sharing rather than possessing, a sensual tingling heat, and mingling familiar bodies for affection. Love, lovers, and lovemaking, kindred spirits exploring, hot and romantic sex, all within a flowery, well-articulated diary. It's really good stuff.

Lovers like mine and Nin's can exist. They can come and go for everyone, as long as we allow ourselves to embrace passion as a part of exploration, rather than adhering to the conventional taboo of clinical coupling as the only way. I'm completely serious.

Sometimes it's a good risk to trust our desires, our hearts, the smells, the aching. The potential to be vulnerable shouldn't feel so perilous. This is a significant reason why the language of sex seems so exciting and controversial. Instead of the easy option of avoiding the language and judgment by either treating sex as a clown car for whore orgies or some blessed union for baby making.

Sex is one of my favorite ways to get to know someone who is incredibly attractive, charming, and funny. It is also a great way to have orgasms, as opposed to masturbation. Orgasms are wonderful, aren't they? "Henry and June" is filled with lovely people with imaginable accents having orgasms all over the place, even in beds. There is also a lot of kissing and foreplay. Butter is mentioned a few times. And Henry Miller is a sexual predator with a heart of gold trying to write a book. I want to have sex with someone just like Henry Miller, soon, or just before I'm 50, when I might have lost my edge. Either way, I'm sure the sex would be really good.

Do you know when a book hits you like a freight train at full speed? That's how brutally Anaïs Nin writes and that's what is reflected in her book.

It fills you and transforms you, every pore of your skin, completely collapsing you in an empire of love and need that tears you apart due to the immensity of the feeling.

Love is like a drug and sex is like the dependence on something that is visceral. Unbridled passion on each of its pages, in short and sharp phrases that painfully open your skin so that you are inundated with feelings in torrents. This diary has no limit and each chapter makes you burn and envy the unrestrained passion, a book that burns and can only be assimilated with devoted submission.

I have been impressed by the strength of each paragraph, pain, pleasure, purgation, exploration, despair, anxiety and need, all mixed in a cocktail in one gulp. It burns when it enters your interior and makes you explode in thousands of sensations that you don't completely appreciate.

Describing infinite love, that's what this book is all about.

Henry and June is the first volume of "The Diary of Anais Nin", and it focuses on a one-year period, 1931 - 1932, when Anais Nin meets the writer Henry Miller and his wife, June, in Paris. The author voluptuously self-analyzes, almost to the extinction of any other character outside her own consciousness.

It is a period when great physical and spiritual transformations occur. The sensual love for Henry Miller is born, there is a fatal attraction towards June, an attachment to her husband Hugo, and yet the remnants of adolescent love for her cousin Eduardo also surface. Anais Nin's life in this period is centered on the in-depth exploration of the self, erotism, and the passion for psychology. The diary dismantles preconceptions about couple life, fidelity, marriage, or sensual love; with Henry, June, and Anais勾勒出 powerful and contradictory characters. I appreciated the originality of the analyses, the continuous change of relationships, and the results of the inner probes.

Originally refined, small, and modest, Anais Nin extends her fascination and transforms with each new experience and each new page written. In parallel, as Miller is also part of the process, Anais comes to obsess him not only because of erotism but also on a psychological level, and the fascination she exerts on him also determines a change in his writing.

Many times the text appeals to a wide spectrum of emotions, tense and interesting, without presenting any conclusion, but this does not diminish the beauty of the diary, a special testimony about the relationship between Henry Miller, one of the most appreciated and controversial American writers, and Anais Nin, the silk lover of literature.

Reading Nin's exploration of the interior, hidden self has truly been a significant part of my own growth and discovery. Her deep dives into the human psyche have provided me with valuable insights and a new perspective on my own inner world. However, as I have delved deeper into her works, I have become increasingly weary of her narcissism.

It seems that Nin cannot have a relationship or even encounter a man without attempting to seduce him. This constant need for male attention and validation comes across as rather tiresome and self-centered. It makes me question the authenticity of her relationships and the true nature of her self-discovery.

Despite my growing weariness of her narcissism, I still appreciate the value of her exploration of the interior self. I just wish that she could have balanced her self-focus with a greater sense of empathy and consideration for others. Perhaps then, her works would have had an even greater impact on my own growth and understanding.

There is a profound sensuality that pervades Nin's writing. It is rich and teeming with life.

This book serves as a profound and sensual homage to the human body. For Anaïs Nin, sex transcends mere pleasure and lust; it is a deep dedication to one's lover, an attempt to know them with greater intimacy and intricacy.

To shape one's lover's body into one's own, to etch the memory of their eyes, scars, and tissues into the brain forever.

"I want to kiss the man whose passion rushes like lava through a chill intellectual world. I want to give up my life, my home, my security, my writing, to live with him, to work for him, to be a prostitute for him, anything, even to be fatally hurt by him."

Reading this book, excerpted from Nin's journal, feels incredibly intimate and raw. The vulnerability and the open exploration of sex evoke memories of Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H Lawrence, one of my all-time favorite books. And to my astonishment, a broad smile spread across my face when I discovered in the book that Nin was a fan of Lawrence herself.

Anaïs' excessive longing for Henry and June is presented as a kind of intense appetite. It is a voracious hunger that cannot be contained.

Within the pages, Anaïs seems to be under a spell, intoxicated by the reality of being sexually desired by multiple men. It not only strokes her ego but also heals the inner child within her who craves love so desperately.

With this in mind, as readers, we are confronted with the question: when love is absent, can lust serve as a temporary or perhaps even a permanent substitute for devotion? Can lust fill the void in our hearts?

Cannibalism is often employed as a metaphor for love, and I believe it is explored masterfully in this book. The definition of cannibalism is "the eating of flesh by a human being."

In a sense, the act of "eating flesh" occurs through physical intimacy. Kissing, touching, biting, holding, moving. Perhaps cannibalism is used metaphorically to emphasize the irrational desire to be completely consumed by one's lover.

Perhaps lust and love are mutually exclusive, and we require both to maintain the sexual chemistry we share with our lovers.

The depiction of burning for someone, yearning for them to the point of madness, is done brilliantly in this book.

Many people label Nin as delusional, irrational to the point of insanity. But how many of us have altered ourselves, hidden aspects of our personality, all in the hope of being noticed by the object of our desires? How many of us have risked everything, skipped class just to catch a ten-second glimpse of our crush walking down the hallway?

At the end of the day, we all become fools for love. We all drive ourselves to the brink of insanity for love.

At least Anaïs Nin had the courage to write about it. Meanwhile, we, as a collective, obsess over someone for months, fall in love with a friend for years, ignoring the burning fire at the core of our hearts.

"Do all lovers feel like they're inventing something?" — A Portrait of A Lady on Fire

\\n  \\"Men look at me and I look at them, with my being unlocked. No more veils. I want many lovers. I am insatiable now. When I weep, I want to fuck it away.\\"\\n

I feel rather mean for labelling a diary, in which someone has shared their personal thoughts, as boring. However, for the most part, that's exactly what I wanted it to do - end. Reading entries like these can initially feel exciting. Nin shared deeply affectionate feelings and ruminations. But then, she seemed to keep going in circles for hundreds of pages.



For those who are unfamiliar with her, Anaïs Nin is now primarily known as a French-Cuban essayist and diarist, as well as a writer of erotica, which is clearly reflected in her personal writings presented here. Back in the 1930s, this was quite a novelty. Female writers simply didn't write about sexual matters. In this publication, she takes us through the course of one year (from 1931 to the end of 1932), which was the year she began an affair with writer Henry Miller, while also being intrigued by his wife, June.

The entries compiled here hadn't been published for half a century after they were written down, due to Nin's concern about hurting her husband. And she had every reason to think so - they're uncensored, charged, and brutally honest. It's the story of a woman's awakening in many aspects: sexually, emotionally, and socially.

\\n  \\"The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it. I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfil myself.\\"\\n

A few pages in, I was truly thrilled with the precise nature of her pinning down feelings and thoughts. It's the mark of a true journalist, someone who has become accustomed to defining their feelings. It definitely makes for a better read. And while I did appreciate her writing style as well as her overall contribution to women's liberation, the problem was that this just seemed to go on and on and on. Ultimately, these stories were just too personal for me to be able to truly connect with them. Her experiences were too specific for me to draw much from them. I don't think you can really blame a diary writer for being self-indulgent - of course it's going to be about them, that's the very nature of the genre. But then the question is, what is there really to take away from it?

Perhaps, for some, it may serve as a fascinating peek into the mind of a complex and passionate woman. For others, like myself, it may just be a bit too much to handle. But regardless, Anaïs Nin's diaries are an important piece of literary history, and they continue to be studied and debated to this day.

Maybe one day, I'll pick up this diary again and try to understand it from a different perspective. Maybe then, I'll be able to see the beauty and the power that lies within these pages. But for now, I'll just have to leave it at that.

Until next time, happy reading!

And now I truly desire to read books that are written by women and are also about women, and these books must not be of poor quality.

I am tired of coming across works that seem to lack depth and substance.

I long for those literary gems that can offer unique perspectives, powerful stories, and profound insights into the female experience.

I believe that there are many remarkable books out there waiting to be discovered, books that can inspire, educate, and move me.

I am determined to embark on this literary journey and explore the rich world of women's literature, hoping to find those hidden treasures that will enrich my mind and soul.

I look forward to delving into the pages of these books and being transported to different times, places, and lives, all through the eyes of women.

It is my hope that this exploration will not only satisfy my thirst for good literature but also broaden my understanding and appreciation of the diverse voices and experiences of women.

Imagine not liking this book.

It seems almost inconceivable. The moment I picked it up, I was completely engrossed.

So much so that I cancelled social events just to have more time to read it.

The story within its pages is like a captivating world that draws you in and refuses to let go.

Every word, every sentence, seems to be carefully crafted to keep you on the edge of your seat.

It's not just a book; it's an experience.

One that I don't want to end.

I find myself constantly thinking about the characters and their adventures even when I'm not reading.

This book has truly become a part of my life, and I can't imagine what it would be like without it.

I highly recommend it to anyone looking for a great read.

Trust me, you won't be disappointed.

And sometimes I firmly believe that your unyielding analysis of June omits something crucial. It is that special feeling you have for her that transcends knowledge, or perhaps exists despite what you know.

I frequently witness how you weep over the things you demolish, how you long to halt and simply venerate. And indeed, you do stop for a moment, but then a short while later, you are back at it with a knife, behaving like a surgeon.

What will you do once you have uncovered all there is to know about June? The truth. There is such fierceness in your pursuit of it. You destroy and you endure suffering.

In some peculiar way, I am not in alignment with you; rather, I am opposed to you. We are fated to hold two distinct truths. I love you and yet I battle against you. And you, it is the same for you. We will emerge stronger because of this, each one of us, strengthened by both our love and our hate.

When you caricature, pin down, and tear apart, I despise you. I yearn to respond to you, not with feeble or senseless poetry but with a wonder as powerful as your reality. I desire to combat your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world.

He left me at the Gare St. Lazare last night.

As I settled into the train, I felt a strange mix of emotions. I began to write, hoping that the steady flow of words from my pen could somehow balance the wild leaps and bounds of my life.

The words, like ants, rushed back and forth, carrying heavy crumbs of my thoughts. Bigger than the ants themselves, these crumbs seemed to weigh me down.

"Have you enough heliotrope ink?" Henry asked. I should not be using ink but perfume. I should be writing with the intoxicating scents of Narcisse Noir, Mitsouko, jasmine, and honeysuckle.

I imagined writing beautiful words that would exhale the potent smell of woman's honey and man's white blood.

Louveciennes! Stop. Hugo is waiting for me.

I needed to find out what "heliotrope" looked like. OF COURSE Anais Nin would write in this color. If she wrote with perfume and semen, no one would be able to read it. The only other reasonable option is this color.

A young woman's private thoughts, unpublished for several decades due to salacious material, AND neatly printed and edited—this is better than a modern gossip magazine.

In gem-like, sensuous doses, like the paragraph above, Anais Nin spills the details of her personal life—her two men, her favorite color and the best perfumes. It is a multi-sensory experience.

Readers should be willing to overlook the recurring "ick" factors, since these passages were not intended to be publicly released. (At least until enough time passed so all parties had forgotten, were dead, or no longer cared.)

Anyone is now granted the puzzling bemusement Anais felt when she wrote Henry loves me, but not fuckingly...

This woman is truly a complex and captivating being. She seems to embody both the qualities of an angel and a demon, creating a unique and alluring charm.

Her presence is like a force of nature, drawing people in with an irresistible magnetism. One moment, she can be as gentle and kind as an angel, showering those around her with love and compassion.

The next moment, she might展现出 a more devilish side, with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a hint of danger in her actions.

It's this duality that makes her so utterly fascinating. People can't help but be drawn to her, unable to resist the pull of her charm.

Loved, loved, loved it! Her story is one that keeps you on the edge of your seat, constantly wondering what she will do next.

She is a woman who defies expectations and challenges the norms, making her a truly unforgettable character.