The Sex Life of Salvador Dali

Written by Tara Tainton

Thursday, 17 May 2007 23:00

His work has eerily affected nearly all of us, offering a new way of looking at the world around us. Whether we consider ourselves appreciators of art or not, we've likely seen a reprint of Dali's work, been mesmerized by it, and wondered about the mind necessary to create it. And it's not surprising at all that the artist's sex life is just as intriguing...

Salvador Dali's work has captivated me since I first set eyes on it as a teen. I have my favorite images of his creation, and they're still deeply imbedded in my memory. They're eerie, all together other-worldly, and defy what we consider to be "natural" ...which is why Dali's view of the world and the way in which he painted it is practically more natural than any other vision of the world and our lives we're ever exposed to.

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And as natural as our fascination with "celebrities" and others' personal sex lives is, of course we're drawn to the opportunity to peek into the personal life of Salvador Dali himself...

September 2004 celebrated the 100th anniversary of the artist's birthday. In honor of the same, Sex, Surrealism, Dali and Me, written by Carlos Lozano and Clifford Thurlow, was republished in a new edition by Tethered Camel. The Sex Life of Salvador Dali continues to detail the lengthy relationship between Carlos Lozano himself and the famous artist.

It contained long passionate soliloquies on Dalė's habitual preoccupations: autoeroticism, sodomy and coprophilia. 'My tongue yearns for the taste of his pure white seed. I crave only to fill myself full with his angry sword. My body is a pit of desire. Bring me his faeces on a silver platter. Warm me and heal me with your golden rain.'

Dalė had gone through the same ritual with Isabelle Adjani, Catherine Deneuve, Brigitte Bardot and others, but it was Samantha Eggar who won the Academy Award for appreciating Dalė's sense of humour."

Lozano continues to share that Dali's female guests especially adored tours of his home.

"We came to the room with the glass floor. The entrance was shaped like a vagina with bulging plastic lips that seemed to suck you into the warm interior. Inside, spread out like a strange snake, was a red tube about ten feet long. It was made of canvas with a skeleton of thin metal hoops, each with a diameter no bigger than the width of my shoulders. The setting sun made the room dark pink and shadowy. 'Sex turns on the light. When you have an orgasm, the light shines and your soul merges with the universe.'

We were lulled by Dalė's voice, drugged by his obsessions. 'Salamander. It is a wonderful name, a mythical creature. Take your clothes off. You can take part in an important experiment.'

He looked at Samantha Eggar and he looked at the red tube and his eyes rolled and I was amazed that she did as he asked without hesitation. She had an exquisite body blessed by the Cadaqués sun and wasn't at all shy, as I had discovered the previous night in my hotel room.

'You must crawl through the tube very slowly, and when you get to the other end, go even slower,' he said, and she entered the red snake, bending over and wriggling beautifully."

Oh, do read on, my friends! And I think I have a new book to add to my own erotic collection.