11/23/10 a bite in the air

This is again along the lines of pain equals pleasure. Well, maybe it's pain for some people. For others it is feeling alive, piqued, love-bitten by the cold in the air. Jack Frost nipping, the bite of the North wind. I knew someone who participated in these workshops where "perverse delicious" was a catch-phrase. It meant doing something naughty that felt good because you were breaking the rules, like spreading vicious gossip, or starting a fight with someone because YOU feel bad and it would pull you out of your funk to at least interact, even if it's a fight. I'd like a similar phrase for these intense pleasures that most people don't recognize as such. Only not that they're naughty, just that they're judged as unpleasurable. That nip in the air that turns your ears and cheeks red and hot. The chill that gets your circulation going. The cold that makes you tense all those muscles you wanted to forget about. And not to the point of sadomasochism or anything--I'm not talking about neurotic pandering. But just isn't it great to be alive, and fun when your senses do what they are supposed to do? It's stupendous. It's counterintuitive. It's marvelous. It's counterstupendtuitive. It's oppolicious. It's harshelous.