Good on paper but…

How much do you love? What do you sacrifice to have it?

How much do you lust? What ends do you reach to satisfy it?

I think thee are things that are free-sunshine, air, water in a stream, sincere smiles from strangers.

Everything else has a cost, or at least a requirement. Love calls to love, good to good.

Be cruel to a parent or a child, and even that love will become twisted and bitter, rotted at the roots.

Why do people think sex is free? There is always some type of exchange-to make both parties satisfied. Not monetary but other things. Tenderness, time, caring. Truth and or honesty.

Even God expects us to be nice to others, because He loves us. (Or She, depending on your inner world. )

So why do humans expect a cost-free exchange? Why d we scoff at women for wanting material things for the use of their bodies, when it was quite common all over the world to berate the one who gave her virginity away or let herself be used?

I have mentioned before that men do not look kindly to their women having affairs. One of the 1st responses is always, ” I take care of you and look how you repay me!”. Why does that come to mind so soon?

Because of the costs. Time, sweat, money go into relationships.

You do not have to be guilty. Othello, anyone?  But no matter, it is the thought that counts.

What does living and loving cost you? Do you value what is common, or do you seek the exclusive?

How much do you yearn? Have you mastered it? Or will it always be your master?

LHS is on my mind.

But my ass is in Canada.

Let’s just say I am healing.

Away from home with my super ex-bf for the holiday, so I will be brief:

I got another email from a man who wants to wear girl clothes and be humilated. I have gently told him that he needs to stop playing silly games and go get a pro, for it is gonna be hard to find a woman who wants to be bothered with that sort of thing. Yes, he also wants to be made to submit to man.

In truth, he wants to have a cock in his mouth but since he is not identified as gay, he wants a woman to help him, by making him. Yeah, okay.

I am sure there are women who will, but I doubt he wants them. He wants a woman that is not into that to go out of her way or one who is, to give him a freebie.

As a child of the free love era and a man who has decided that to pay a woman for any sort of sexual activity is weak, he is spinning his wheels in sand.

I cheerfully pointed it out to him, and he said that he is not averse to a pro but he prefers to find a woman who is in it for the love of the game. (I am sure you see my disgusted eyerolling.)

Of course, he has yet to ask his wife, who is there everyday, to hep him with his burning desire.

I told him, on my way out the door, that I hope when he gets to the emergency room, that he has a doc who is there for the love of the game and not collecting a paycheck. Good luck with that level of care.

People will pay their medical providers, accountants, stock brokers and lawn care dude. Why the hell do they not see that they want a service, which should be duly compensated for the time that it itakes to give it?

No, I am not going to do it. I have my limits and I really think that he should just go get a man and let the guy put him through the paces.

But as a rich alpha male, of course he can’t take the simple route, can he?

Away, so I will be brief:

I have alays said that there are 3 things that can send one to Hell for eternity.

1. Abusing kids.  I doubt if the abusers are sorry, for they are either mentally ill or such deviants, sorrow is not part of their makeup. They will be a-roasting on the spit.

2. Abusing old people. Yes, Mrs Miller may be an old bitch who was rotten and snarly, but you know, do not hurt her. No matter if you are her adult child, her nursing aide, or doctor. Do not slap the shit out of her. Time is doing it right now, trust me.

3. Interfering with lovers.  I speak of people who truly like one another, not any other category.  We often see someone that would be just perfect for us, if they were free of that damn other person.

No. It is not cool to play one the desired one’s weakness, or to lie, scheme, plot and poison, cast spells, stalk or any of that crazy selfish shit,  just to get what one thinks one wants.

The person we see, that lights up our dreams, is that person for someone else, not us. He/she is the way they are becasue of the interaction with the so-called wrong mate, not you. Or me. Or anyone but the person they want.

We only see reflections and glimpses, not reality, when we are standing on the outside, looking in.

It is just good ol’ Golden Rule. Would you like someone to be in the wings, drooling like a jackal, rubbing their mangy hide aginst the bricks, just waiting to interfere in your relationship? I wouldn’t

I do not ascribe to the notion that if “real Love” is there, it will prevail. Because of human frailty, a number of things can get in the way of a pair of lovers.

It may be hard to see someone who is “just so right if…” be with another person, but if they are leaving, they will. Sometimes, we have to either wait or let go.

I know that she hates you but obviously, she likes me. I like to be liked. It feels good!

Josephine, this is for you:

Icky Thump & Seven Nation Army-White Stripes ( I like them both, counts as one)

Backdoor Man-Jim Morrison & The Doors ( Why you think I love LHS so damn much?)

Fire-Jimi Hendrix (He can play “a-b-c”and I would cheer)

Dr. Feelgood-Motley Crue (I have a horrible fetish for Tommy Lee. Like, HORRIBLE!!!!)

Emerge-Fischer + Spooner ( I just dig this one, found it when was in UK.)

The Sky was Pink-Nathan Fake (I like the way it builds. And releases. Just like a man.)

This is Sick-Solid Groove ( my ringtone-and I met a real sexy French dude on the dance floor, too)

and of course, as a bonus track:

Josephine-The Wallflowers (Jakob is too darn cute. And he is sane, unlike the genius Daddy.)

{{ What did you guys think? That I only listen to the music of the spheres? }}

Now for the rules: Seven Songs meme.

“List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they’re not any good, but they must be songs you’re really enjoying now, shaping your spring. Post these instructions in your blog along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they’re listening to.”

So, come out and play:

The One who raises the bar

CHB!!!! YEAHHH!!

Curious Girl with a lot to say

Ms. Not-so-Inconspicious

Mnwhr! Lost! In the woods! Arrgghh!

The #1 Player of all Time

Being relatively friendly, I extend a honest invitation to anyone with common sense and a a witty tongue to write with me. Or for me.

Or on me, if you are hot and rich….ahem…

Okay, seriously. I have things that I like to say, but they do not fit here. Or this is not the right audience for my other rantings/ramblings.

So…if you want to put your digital feet up on my sofa and write something that you would like to see here, let me know.

This is one of my fav things to do, I have done it before but I did not use my name; I just gave it away to the person and they posted it.

Hey, a girl has to have her secrets, ya know…

I have not spoken of them, but I still have my 2 Euro man friends. Yes, I still get stuff. Did you think that because I am caught up in the zone of lusty love that I am crazy enough to turn down thoughtful gifts given in kindness?  Pfffttt… I not ring on finger have yet.

Well, a local guy- I am sure about wrote about him, he is a freak that I stuffed back into the closet-started writing me again.  I had already dissuaded him on  getting divorced, because I did not love him and I was not about to lie and say I would be there.

However, he is back, wanting attention.  I have none to give, nor do I want his money. I am done with him.

Funny how some things come in the mail and bring joy, yet others cause me to cringe and flinch.

Are you a runner or a walker?

I am a melange of the two-I hop,skip, stroll, glide. Around the track, I mean.

At times, I have to lose myself in the easy rhythm of walking. Especially very late or very early.

Others, like last night, I run until I can’t breathe.

I have to do so, to push him out of my head from brief snatches of time.

I do. It works.

To feel my feet push off the ground, to hear my breath ratcheting in and out of my chest, to smell my sweat;allows me to carve a place out in my head that is empty.

Have you guys ever read Ex-millennial girl? She is finishing with blogging but this is one of my most cherished posts.

She explains here the boundary that is often battered upon, for dancers, as they naviagate the waters. The place where one interacts but is not consumed.

Powerful profound stuff. I will miss her.

I am always hoping that people are honest about their sexual needs and desires.

Some of my fellow humans are swingers-they have all sorts of fun, I suppose. I hope.

Within the realm, but maybe crossing a bit into femdom, come the cuckolds. You know, the guys who get off on their wives being pleased by big giant super cocks that are rarely seen in nature. Of course, these cocks are often black.

I have read and researched. I have tried to be flexible.

I am not convinced that this is always the idea of the so-called wanton wife, or a true case of a woman who i not satisfied and needs to degrade her silent hubby into submission. I think this is yet another male fantasy run amok.

For those who have noticed, the traditional cuckold was a man with an unfaithful wife. But it was always secret and whispered and fraught with danger. For if one was caught, she had a number of sad fates awaiting: death, dismemberment, drawn&quartered, burning, being publicly disgraced, turned out penniless into streets, sent to convent, chained in basement, so forth.

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