Maybe it’s all the Femmethology hoopla, but dear readers I must confess that I have a full-on femme crush. I’m tempted to say that the object of my affection is June Mansfield aka Miller, but it’s also Anaïs Nin, who writes about June so passionately in her diary (The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume One). Or rather, I’m crushing on Anaïs’s June for all the reasons I would be afraid to fall for someone like her in real life–except for college, which hardly counts. (Remember, twentysomething darlings, I’m old enough to say things like this. Once you start buying anti-aging potions you can be dismissive about the foibles of youth too.)
You’ll find a passage from The Diary below for your enjoyment. For added swooning, check out a young Uma Thurman as the reincarnation of June in the film Henry and June. For photos of Anaïs and June, and to learn more about Nin’s life and work including her famous erotica, visit The Anais Nin homepage.
Without further ado, I give you The Diary of Anaïs Nin:
“I love June for what she has dared to be, for her hardness and cruelty, her relentlessness, her egoism, her pride, her destructiveness…. I worship the courage to hurt which she has, and I am willing to be sacrified to it. She will add me to her other admirers, she will boast about my subjection to her. She will be June plus all that I am, all that I give her. I love this magnified woman, bigger than other women….
It was not only that June had the body of the women who climbed every night upon the stage of music halls and gradually undressed, but that it was impossible to situate her in any other atmosphere. The luxuriance of the flesh, its vivid tones, the fevered eyes and the weight of the voice, its huskiness, became instantly conjugated with sensual love. Other women lost this erotic phosphorescensce as soon as they abandoned their role of dance-hall hostesses. But June’s night life was internal, it glowed from within her…. It could appear in totally unexpected places, early in the morning, in a neglected cafe, or a park bench, on a rainy morning in front of a hospital or a morgue, anywhere. It was always the soft light kept through the centuries for the moment of pleasure.”
Whose soft light has inspired your femme crush?
PS For inquiring minds: The image that appears in this post doesn’t depict Anaïs or June. I just like the vibe, which captures the mood of the bohemian lesbian subcultures that thrived in Paris during the interwar years.