If I date a younger guy he’s got a gaggle of kids …
If I date an older guy he has erectile dysfunction …
What more can I say ???
Monthly Archives: March 2014
Chia Pet – Watch it Grow !!
Life
Is your life motivated by obligation or by desire and longing?
In Former Days
In former days we’d both agree
That you were me, and I was you.
What has now happened to us two,
That you are you, and I am me ?
Bharthari – 5th Century
Sugarcoating
I lack sugar coating skills.
I hate sugar coating.
Sugar coating is for wimps.
Need
We need other people, not in order to stay alive, but to be fully human: to be affectionate, funny, playful, to be generous. How genuine is my capacity to love if there is no one for me to love, to laugh with, to treat tenderly, to be trusted by? I can love an idea or a vision, but I can’t throw my arms around it. Unless there is someone to whom I can give my gifts, in whose hands I can entrust my dreams, who will forgive me my deformities, my aberrations, to whom I can speak the unspeakable, then I am not human, I am a thing, a gadget that works but has no ashes.
By Hugh Prather – Notes on Love and Courage 1977
Empty Shell
Me … “No, you are not.”
Him … “I guess it depends on what one is talking about. In regard to hot air I am indeed full of something. Therefore, I am not an empty shell. However, in regard to me being empty emotionally AND having little to no hope of ever fostering a meaningful relationship with anyone EVER … I definitely fit the bill.”
Me … “Dude, that is HARSH.”
Him … ” From the mouth of the woman who tells it like it is … THAT, is the stoic isolation that I practice to deal with the loneliness that I endure. That’s why I am so stand-offish with you. You find chinks in my armour. I know that’s just you being you and I don’t expect you to be different. I’m just damaged goods.”
Lid
Where is the lid to my pot ??
Marriage
Kristen and Kirk on Marriage
“Our marriage works so well for one reason only: we each, respectively, own our own shit”
Rain
to love
the rain
the way it scented the air
with the rich smell of earth,
the way it turned the inside of the car
into a snug cocoon,
the way it painted the streets
with glistening neon light.
Now
I hate the rain.
I hate it for reminding me
of last August on the Vineyard,
when the soft rain licked at my lashes
while your lips covered mine.
I used to love the rain.
You used to love
me.
Sonya Sones