What is love? But Really.

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An ode to romance.

My idea of love, and romance and sex and relationships is an ever-evolving conundrum. The trust that it takes to attempt that gut-wrenching, marshmallow-leg-making jump into the unknown is just a bucket of life splashed brutally into your unconscious and unknowing face. Trusting another person so as to unravel right before their eyes. Unwind your soul and reveal the raw elegance of a person that you are.

 

My advice:

Do it before its too late. Don’t let the opportunity sift through clumsy fingers.

Love cannot be defined. Rule books need to be thrown away.

What is life if not a continuous conveyor belt of wild, uncontrollable, pleasurable and devastating events on a never ending path to the doorstep of your existence? Love is everything in this world that you can imagine. Everything! Bananas, strawberries, shit, vomit and sunlight filtered through a 100 year old maple tree.

Love what you have. Understand your own wealth of beauty and magnificence. Roll with it.

Accept that all love is different. Be present in the love that you have before you and connect with it wholeheartedly and fearlessly. Love your mates, whether they be plutonic or not… just BE with your fellow human without letting the bullshit that is in the constant noise of modern life distract. Be simple. Be a tree and a root. A bud and some dirt. Cake. A Piece. Get gritty y’all.

 

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Because I’m feeling sentimental, and in need of a serious pounce about in the clouds, I would like to provide you with some funny and nice thoughts on it all. Of course from those far more eloquent and wonderfully sexy with those things called words.

They said:

You’ll understand why storms are named after people. F. Scott Fitzgerald
I am too full of life to be half loved. Ijeoma Umebinvuo
She tastes like nectar and salt. Nectar and salt and apples. Pollen and stars and hinges. She tastes like fairy tales. Swan maiden at midnight. Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue. She tastes like hope. Laini Taylor
We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit. Audre Lorde
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything. F. Scott Fitzgerald
You were inside me like my pulse. Marilyn Hacker
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects. Franz Kafka
Your hands are devils, and my skin is a fire. You are at home. B.E. Barnes
Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Charles Bukowski
Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves. Unknown
Don’t look for a partner who is eye candy. Look for a partner who is soul food. Karen Salmansohn

 

 

 

 

You are a wonderful delight, and the way in which you deal these things doesn’t make you strong or weak or good or bad. You’re a human and as a fellow H-man I gotta say, thanks for taking the ride with me. It would be awfully lonely without you.

Love is a poet and he doesn’t know it. Love is a battle field. Lets talk about sex.

*feature photo from here.

 

 

 

 

 

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