smelling myself/this might be tmi
Sometimes I go to work musty. I laxly rely on a varying combination of rubbing alcohol, baking soda, and coconut oil to serve as deodorant, but it doesn’t always do the trick, especially as the weather gets warmer. Sometimes it seems to be too much trouble to do the whole alcohol thing, so I don’t. Most days, it’s all good. I just remember to keep my arms down and keep it to myself because I know people may not be ready. It’s not a bad smell, it’s personal. If I want to evoke a certain feeling, I might throw on some essential oil mix or spray some rosewater on myself, but I always omit everything when I work out. Exercise and sweat draw toxins out of you, and I don't want to keep that blocked in.
Sometimes I let my monkey swang. Not all the time, just if I got a long skirt on. Or if I’m alone in the house. Or if I know that special someone is coming by. I don’t understand where they get that shit on TV, trying to make like folks ripping each other clothes off is sexy. What’s sexy is for to be jiggling across the room, ready to saddown on it. I like to smell my girl when she is in full on ovulation mode because it makes me feel like a ferocious jungle cat or something.
Good hygiene and good health make for pleasant smells. Neither of those have much to do with what you put on externally. It has to do with what you put in yourself and how you take care of yourself. I saw an old episode of Unsolved Mysteries about dogs who could smell diseases. They don’t detect diseases, per say; they detect the changes in smell caused by disease. We smell ourselves for a reason. It is a gift. For most animals, it begins as how they identify their mothers when they are new and blind. For humans, it evolved most importantly as a means of helping us decipher between those things that look edible but are actually dangerous/poisonous. If it smells bad, you ought not put it in your mouth.
These perfumes and fresheners and sprays weaken our sense of smell. They throw off our calibration to where we think that the chemical perfume is normal and that the artificial is superior to the real. I have never smelled a perfume based on roses that smelled like roses or smelled better than roses. I think if we could smell each other more authentically, we’d be more likely to sense when we are ill and also more likely to sense poisonous people and situations. Through smell, you can identify whether a person is pleasant or aggressive or dangerous. I dated a guy once who was one of those natural brothers, and I appreciate that him broadcasting his stingy smell because it let me know we weren’t compatible off top. To that end, he rolled the skinniest blunt I had ever seen talmbout let’s partake, and after that, I never talked to him again.
Who told us we got to be all perfumed up? Who told us who we are fundamentally is wrong? How can what is natural be nasty? Do you remember when our mamas said we were smelling ourselves? Do you remember how they wanted you to cover that up? Do you remember who/how you were at that point of life? All your hormones were rushing, your body was changing, and you knew intensely that you were on the journey to ruling yourself. Call me crazy, but I think all this colonization and smell technology is designed to keep us from doing just that. Cause if we get to smelling ourselves we might be ready to buck the system. As for me, if I can’t smell myself, I don’t know myself, so you can catch me out here smelling like a tree and yelling fuck that shit!!
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