“She loved the sea only for its storms, and greenery only when it was scattered among ruins.”
― Gustave Flaubert
Romance. I never understood the fascination around it. My aunt used to devour piles of books with Tarzan-type of men on the cover. The writing varies very much, the plot is always the same, but isn’t every genre always the same? At school we learn the recipes for good stories. Some we like, some we don’t it always depends on the mood and age we are in.
Reaching a certain age, we feel the pressure and the loneliness, which drives us to shitty stories. Nonetheless they make us feel better. They make up for everything that is missing in our lives. And so, we end up reading about the one who got away, but unlike in life, they always meet again after having had time apart. Just think of Léon, coming back at the end of the second part of the book. Both him and Emma had time to become whole different people and yet there still was a deep connection between the two of them. I know, the story doesn’t end well, but one could feel the attraction between then dripping out of those pages – especially after seeing Ezra Miller playing Léon in the movie.
Mr Darcy is still considered the most known symbol of romantic love. This romantic ideal has shifted and has grown with society. One big love is not enough anymore, we like to fantasize about being admired by two people fighting with each other. Each one ready to give up life. For love. Meanwhile we forget that love is something very rare or very common depending on how we define it.
Sometimes people start to get confused about love, the different types and most importantly the line between romance and abuse. We need to see more romantic stories with strong women. We need to see that women are not always in need of a saviour. Which doesn’t mean no woman wants to be saved.
Love is about mutual respect. Even or especially in the BDSM community respect, consensus and honesty are the foundations of relationships. But these are things that are only implied in romantic stories and are sometimes overlooked.
We deep dive into the romance not seeing anything else and the lack of oxygen inhibits our brains. The high followed by a depression, leading us to the next shitty story, escaping once more flat reality.
Aromatic deception 