runnerbird I'm afraid on the TV show there is just one short, tasteful, not very explicit love scene between Nan and Flo which lacks the passion and urgency of the book or indeed the scenes shown between Nan and Kitty, Diana and Zena. I'm right with you on loving the irony of Flo turning out to be a more experienced tom than Nan and those scenes you mention are my favourites too. Hmmm...thinks about posting them, purely in the interests of restoring Flo's character, you understand.
'Tipping the Velvet'
is explained and in the same way as in the book but in the show
Nan explains it to Flo!!! grrrrrrr
It is also
Nan who takes Flo to the womens' bar and we're given the impression that Flo has never been in such a place before. grrrrrrrr
In fact Flo is presented almost as the 'lady' that Nan initially mistakes her for. grrrrrrrr
Okay rant over.....
Dr G It reads like good W/T fanfic, lol.
Well let's see if I can find another W/T passage. Perhaps this time less smut, more lustbunnies.....
She had seemed chaste as a plaster saint to me, once; she had seemed plain. But she was not chaste now - she was marvellously bold and frank and ready; and the boldness made her bonny, made her gleam, like a kind of polish. I could not look at her and not want to touch her. I could not see the shine upon her pink lips, without wanting to step to her and press my mouth to it; I couldn't look at her hand as it lay limp upon some table-top, or held a pen, or carried a cup, or did any kind of ordinary business, without longing to take it in my own and kiss the knuckles or put my tongue to the palm, or press it to the fork at my trousers. I would stand beside her in a crowded room and feel the hairs lift on my arms - and see her own flesh pimple and her cheeks grow warm, and know she ached for me, to match my aching; but she would take a dreadful satisfaction, too, in lengthening the visits of her friends - in handing out a second cup of tea, and then a third - and all the while I looked on, tortured and damp.
' You made me wait, for two years and a half, ' she said to me once; I had followed her into the kitchen, and put my shaking arms about her as she lifted a kettle to the stove. ' It won't hurt you to wait an hour till the parlour clears..... '
But when she said a similar thing another night, I touched her through the folds of her skirt until her voice grew weak - and then she led me into the pantry, and put a broom across the door, and we caressed amongst the packets of flour and tins of treacle while the kettle whistled and the kitchen grew woolly with steam, and Annie called out from the parlour, What
were we doing?
The fact was, we had both gone kissless for so long that, having once begun to kiss again, we could not stop.
Our boldness made us marvel.
' I had you down for one of those terrible grudging girls,' she said to me one night, a week or two after our visit to the Boy. 'One of those dry-rub-it-on-the-hip-don't-touch-me sorts.... '
'Are there such girls?' I asked her.
She coloured. 'Well I have lain with one or two....'
The thought that she had lain with different girls - with so many girls she could put them into categories, like breeds of fish - was wonderfully astonishing and stirring. I put my hand upon her - we were laying together, naked despite the cold, because we had bathed in a steaming tub and were still warm and prickling from it - and stroked her, from the hollow at her throat to the hollow of her groin; then I stroked her again, and felt her shiver.
'Who would ever have thought that I should touch you so, and talk to you so!' I asked her, whispering, because Cyril lay beside us, asleep in his crib.
'I was sure you would prove prim and awkward. I was sure you would be shy. Indeed, I didn't see how you could fail to be, being so political and good as you are!'
She laughed. 'It ain't the Salvation Army, you know,' she answered, 'socialism.'
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'A little tongue, Miss Astley dear?'
from Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters
Edited by: miss calendar at: 10/24/02 9:57:12 am