That moment when you realize some of the things you do not have in life, and envy others for.
I just watched the movie Frida and not only do I envy her but I can see where her pain comes from in her paintings. Yes, I know movies are very likely to be glorified versions of the true person. Having some parts slightly altered, omitted, or greatly changed all together for film. However, the first thing that I noticed about Ms Frida Kahlo is her unibrow.
In my mind she is stunning and (although the word exotic comes to mind, I will use) confident. Seeing her, especially with her unibrow which is ridiculed in today's society, proved that she accepted herself for who she is. This is something that is rare.
Now onto the movie which stars Salma Hayek as Frida. A few things stood out to me that I wanted to touch on, some of which is cultural and some of it is the individual herself. Passion for life, passion for love, looks of intimacy, a sense of sensuality, and discussions.
During the entire movie, there are moments of passion for life. The singing the laughter, the comradery amongst people. Although they were going through their political instability people still went out there and drank, sang and was merry. I see that in certain settings around me such as Guyanese, Italian, and Mexican groups. I envy them. For it feels like they are living life and not just existing.
In the beginning of the movie you see Frida and her friend (maybe boyfriend) having sex and although you know that it is just a physical act, their interactions while together shows love between them. You also see that love portrayed with her husband, Diego. They don't hold back, their love is evident. Their love is passionate. Their love is pure. The passion for love being shown is something I never seen in person. In movies, yes; but to be able to feel the love between two people, no. To know that they love the good and the bad about each other. No.
Diego's second wife made a statement to Frida that women are like clay in his hands because of how he looks at them. That look of desire, that look of intimacy. Not lust, but actual intimacy where there is a connection between the 2 persons. Like they are the most beautiful creature ever created. This makes all women melt inside when done right. And few men actually know how to do this.
The sense on sensuality. It is never about the act of sex but the act of sensuality which makes sex so fun. Obviously it starts out with the look of intimacy and desire, then progresses into light touches and kisses, which then profress to passionate kisses and then the act. It is what gets the blood boiling, the heart racing, the juices running. Sensuality has slowly died away. Now it is about a quick fuck to get off or to hold you over until the next fuck. Where is the light kissing, the caressing, the teasing? Long gone as we are now in a society where we don't have enough time for anything.
Then to end it all, there is Discussions. Sapiosexuals are people who are sexually attracted to intelligence. I find there is a large number of women who are sapiosexuals but settle for what they can get. The ability to have discussions and share thoughts, feelings, intellect, goals, dreams, likes and dislikes. Now that is sexy. Pair that with sensuality, and a man can conquer the world around him.
I adored watching this movie. It has opened my eyes to much more than I thought. Although she struggled with her physical ailments due to that ill fated collision, she lived a life that few would be able to say they ever could.
OXXO
Mayeshah!!!
