She’s the architect, she’s the Brazilian and I’ve never met her. Still I find myself thinking about her more and more.
The past couple of weeks I’ve had the most uncontrollable urge, a voice that keeps telling me to move too Rio de Janeiro for three months, write a book about it and take photos of Anna, photos of Anna naked, but she’s shy and I’m nervous.
I feel like I know her, but I don’t really know her – you can’t know somebody you’ve never see in real life, someone you’ve never touched, never heard their voice … But maybe I know her, I like to think I do, it’s all an fantasy properly. Something I’m building up inside my head that will come tumbling down once reality happens.
Anna writes about porn, she’s an intellectual, a academic, educated – I am not, well, not in the sense that I’ve gone to school, cause I’ve haven’t. I’m self taught. I have picked up the right books without any professor telling me what to read or what to think, I’ve sought out knowledge on my own.
Anna can make me feel inadequate sometimes, intimidates me, but she still turns me on – I love looking at her eyes, her hair, I love the few photos I’ve seen of her body, she’s so beautiful, but she doesn’t seem to know it.
It’s not only her appearance that gets my attention, it’s her mind, her thoughts, her words – she impresses me, she makes me smile, makes me wanna do things with her … too her, with her.
From time to time, I try to get close to her, but she keeps me away at a arms length, maybe she’s scared, maybe I’m being a dork to her, I don’t know(?).
There is so much I want to tell her, talk to her bout, but that will have to wait until I see her, if I ever get to see her. Maybe it’s best to keep it unreal, too keep it in virtual reality, things tend to get complicated once you can reach out and touch each other.
Anna is part of the Darling House artist collective, this is where her reviews of pornographic films are, where her thoughts, views and opinions on gender, sex, society are written and where you and I can get lost in her words, in her world.
A world that is as captivating as a jungle, it’s warm and bright with colors, the sights and sounds of Anna B. Volk and it welcomes you with a smile.
It’s a jungle I could get lost in, I could crawl up and die in, and ever regret a single thing.
Anna B. Volk and her writings at http://darlinghouse.net/beta/