You Taste Good.
I heard this quote today, “taste is the enemy of art”. I always thought i had good taste, but as i grow, i kinda feel like it’s the compass that leads you through chaos and cliche. I’ve always known what i liked, more importantly, i know what i don’t. For a long time, i thought having good taste just meant liking pretty things. But taste is the very thing that brings out your individuality. Taste is deeper than aesthetics. It’s emotional. It’s political. Taste is about what you let close, and what you instinctively reject. I’m coming to realise that your taste in people moves just as you grow. It’s how you edit the world into something that feels like you. Just like the moon, we shift and soften, and wax and wane. Like nature, we’re always growing, shedding, returning to ourselves. Taste moves the same way ~ seasonal, shapeshifting, instinctual.
I hate grey. I hate homes that feel like waiting rooms for lives no one’s living. I’m repelled by anything too modern, too polished, too hollow. And nothing drains me faster than someone who hasn’t learned how to hold their own feelings ~ people who refuse to self-soothe and expect you to bleed so they don’t have to.
Have you ever noticed how someone can leave a bad taste in your mouth? Whether it’s initially or maybe the taste sours over time? Like, maybe they didn’t always. Maybe once upon a time, they felt like honey. But then something changed. Slowly. Quietly. A feeling that grows in the deep corners of your mind, slowly creeping in just to smack you straight in the face, once it all blows up. A moment where your stomach flipped, but you brushed it off. Until one day, you realise they don’t feel good to be around. Not like they used to.
That’s taste.
It makes me wonder if that’s your intuition telling you “hey, you have nothing in common with this person anymore.And whether you notice it or not, they will disrupt your internal ecosystem of emotions.” I feel like this is where taste starts to evolve. As you move through life, your body instinctively rejects what no longer aligns, before your mind can explain why. Our soul notices. To me, taste is a filter. A boundary.
So then i ask myself: What is my taste?
I want colour. Deep, velvet tones that feel like soil and firelight. I want things that are “lived in”. I’m drawn to people who are rooted in themselves. Not perfect. Not always calm. But people who know the edges of their own emotional landscapes ~ even if they sway sometimes, they don’t collapse or burden you. Instead they stand in solidarity and acknowledge their words, actions and their emotional response. And can i be honest? I can’t stand people who ask for advice and then ignore it completely. Not because they’re working through it in their own way ~ that i can respect. But because they want attention. They want to spiral, perform, make a scene to feel important. Even after a private conversation has been had. Even after you’ve held space for them.They want an audience. Not growth.
I find it deeply distasteful. Like ~ read the room. There are bigger things in life to stress over. People are moving through grief, rage, change and transformation. The world is burning and rebirthing and your still circling the drain of your own drama. That kind of emotional chaos leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Because it’s not just messy ~ it’s self-indulgent. It is disconnected from reality. From any nuance or care. And yes, i have been this person. But at the same time i have grown, built my life and if you are hurting that. It’s a goodbye.
It makes me question why i have such a deep desire for these things. Why am i like this…?
Because i feel everything. Because i’m wired to crave meaning, mood, beauty, emotional precision. Because taste, for me, is a way to survive this world. To soften it, to keep my senses sharpened and my wits about me. To revel in the beauties of this world. Maybe that’s why i’ve always been so drawn to contradiction. To sacred chaos. To the blur between pretty and powerful, delicate and dangerous. It’s not just aesthetic ~it’s who i am.
My taste is contradiction. It’s softness with bite. It’s intimacy that holds eye contact just a second to long. It’s witchy, raw, fae…and a little delusional. It’s divinely feminine but not always kind. It’s truthful, i’m a mirror. What you give is, what you get. It’s the high priestess and the siren. Classical yet daring. It’s ethereal, whimsical, quiet ~ but ruthless. It’s in my eyes. It’s personal, deeply emotional with a vengeful spirit lurking just below my cancerian waters.
Maybe i am too much. Too opinionated, too sensitive, too selective. But i’ve spent years swallowing things that didn’t sit right.
And i’m done pretending i can’t taste the difference.
“She was either wildly naive or dangerously intelligent.”
Always, in the glow of Honey and Moonlight
xx Mon