C.H. Valentino

I had this odd thought- about the taste of human skin today. I was walking out of Dieburgs and passed a man, not particularly handsom but attractive in his own, but GOD! did he smell FANTASTIC! I'm not sure what it is about the perfect cologne on a man that turns my head to thinking about the mastication of human flesh- but I think that might be the reaction which many designers strive to acheive.

 

It seems, in the moment, such a primal reaction- and yet, so natural. Thinking of dogs- and how in shows of dominance and submission they lock to one another's neck. Or in the case of any pack mammal. 

 

Large cats have a tendency to bite the back of the neck during intercourse. So I find it amazing that a simple smell can ellicit such a primative reaction in the middle of the most enlighted setting. (IE. the middle america yuppie grocery mecca)

 

I think, if it were socially acceptable, I would eat people. Not in the Hannibal, cook your flesh and pair it with wine kind of way- but if it were socially acceptable consume human flesh like you would, say, chicken, I think I would do it.

 

There is a great line in "Prozac Nation"- "I know now why people kill their lovers, eat their lovers, burn them and inhale the ashes of their dead lovers- it is the only way to fully possess another person."

 

Yeah- just like that.

 

CHV