When I went to my hairdresser yesterday – yes I have one – we talked about that original sadist, the Marquis de Sade from the 18th century. My hairdresser read his diaries a while back. He imagined that the Marquis de Sade’s journals of sexual deviance inspired much of the fetish culture today, as well as some erotic literature. We were talking about books, which lead to erotic literature which of course lead us to the Marquis de Sade.
Forget about 50 Shades of Grey, I want to read about the original sadist! Mr. Marquis de Sade was ‘beyond deviant’ says my hairdresser. “He killed people!” My hairdresser kept saying. “He was a count he could do whatever he wanted! He killed people!” He says, raising his hands up and shaking his head.
I got that part. But death and sex, they’re related right? Did my hairdresser say that the Marquis had sex with people at the brink of death? Scary. I’m in! No, not ‘in’ for that kind of sex, I could never be into that kind of sex, please! I meant that I’m in for reading about it. Wink wink.
Aside from all that icky sex and death, The Marquis has been called the ‘first socialist’ and ‘free spirit’, as he was a ‘proponent of extreme freedom, unrestrained by morality, religion, or law’, according to what I read in Wikipedia. And he was admired by surrealists! Wow, surrealists, wowwww…
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