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Jan. 16th, 2005 11:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpIt was a flashback sort of day, memories of years ago, LDR visits long gone by. I was up by 8:30, curled up in bed with American Psycho. Pancakes at 10 or so. Brief interlude of television. Back into bed until twilight set in, forcing ourselves up so we could shower before we died of starvation. Out in the dark to forage for food eaten too quickly after too long a wait and too much, erm, exercise.
It's funny, because I don't know if I ever understood the power of sex until recently. I'm almost 30 years old and have been sexually active for what? 12, 13 years now? You'd think I'd have realized this by now. There's something really eye opening about all of this. It would be neat and tidy to pin it on 'sex with a woman' or some trite crap like that but she isn't the first, or even the second. And so on. I'd love to put my life in a small box like the rest of the world loves to, but the truth is simply and complexly that the love is so different this time around, so raw and untamed and ridiculous.
I think it's time for another go-around of "Love, Here's My Hat." Aaah, Saroyan. Usually I think you're kind of a pompous ass.
Every time I say, "This should happen more often." Every single time. All the tension, the craziness, the miscommunication, the confusion, the hurt... gone. How can the one thing so capable of turning the tide on our interpersonal drama be so difficult to initiate and follow through when it is most needed? Is this just another way life encourages us to sabotage ourselves and the joys we should use our energy discovering?
Perhaps I watched a little too much Angels in America this weekend.
It's funny, because I don't know if I ever understood the power of sex until recently. I'm almost 30 years old and have been sexually active for what? 12, 13 years now? You'd think I'd have realized this by now. There's something really eye opening about all of this. It would be neat and tidy to pin it on 'sex with a woman' or some trite crap like that but she isn't the first, or even the second. And so on. I'd love to put my life in a small box like the rest of the world loves to, but the truth is simply and complexly that the love is so different this time around, so raw and untamed and ridiculous.
I think it's time for another go-around of "Love, Here's My Hat." Aaah, Saroyan. Usually I think you're kind of a pompous ass.
Every time I say, "This should happen more often." Every single time. All the tension, the craziness, the miscommunication, the confusion, the hurt... gone. How can the one thing so capable of turning the tide on our interpersonal drama be so difficult to initiate and follow through when it is most needed? Is this just another way life encourages us to sabotage ourselves and the joys we should use our energy discovering?
Perhaps I watched a little too much Angels in America this weekend.
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Date: 2005-01-17 09:44 pm (UTC)that, and sex with a soulmate is pretty awesome!
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Date: 2005-01-18 06:42 pm (UTC)Hunh. How about that?
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Date: 2005-01-24 12:56 pm (UTC)