just when the caterpillar thought her life was over, she began to fly
This post is inspired by my friend Paula Light and her Thursday prompt; Butterfly. If you’re not familiar with this French song and very cool singer, then why not take the time now. If, like me, your French isn’t quite up to understanding all the nuances, then just enjoy the video and warmth of this guy’s voice.
This song is also for a very close friend of mine.
Please listen with the joy of life in your heart.
you are too beautiful
for any ending to end you
ask not what your country can do for you
ask what you can do for your country
This song is not what I had intended to post this afternoon, but earlier today, for some reason, my random music player chose to play this track from the thousands it holds in memory. It’s appropriate. Even from here in England I can see that America is hurting. At least know that one Englishman is praying for you.
Please listen with national pride.
people don’t go to New York to get a good night’s sleep
I’ve worked in London, Paris, Milan, Frankfurt, Amsterdam… But the very first time I went to Manhattan, got out of the town car on 5th, I knew that the City that Never Sleeps is something special. New York is suffering and bleeding right now. So this song is for her.
And, if you’ve never been to the Big Apple, do it before you see Paris and die.
Please listen and think of dancing at the top of the Flatiron Building.
And, I made it there.
the movie reference
Bell, Book, and Candle
love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies
Well, perhaps, but even in the truest of loves between the most compatible of people each of them has their own separate road to walk. They may walk it together, supporting each other always, and the one may carry the other for a time, but each one wants / should / must have their own choices to make. It is a truism that you cannot / should not / must not try to live another person’s life for them.
More than that, almost every adult craves their independence, needs their time alone, and wants to be able to make their own mistakes. The thing about romantic partnerships and love is that the partners should be good friends, perhaps each another’s very best friend. And the thing about very good friends is that you don’t always want to see them, but you always want to know that they’re there.
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main….. ~ John Donne
Sharing everything with your partner might sound ideal, and I guess many young lovers strive for that perfect ideal, but there is nothing worse in life than perfection. Living in your partner’s pocket is claustrophobic, actually living with anyone every minute of every single day, month in and month out, would constitute a cruel and unusual punishment in most legal systems. But solitary confinement is even worse.
How much you share with your partner, and how much of your partner you share with others is, like all of life, a balancing act. But I would strongly suggest that sharing absolutely everything isn’t going to work for most people.
Here I can best speak for myself; a real, honest, honourable, steadfast, and true man. And I need time alone, not fully engaged with anyone or anything other than myself, my innermost thoughts, and the Goddess of my understanding. Men such as I tend to seek out solitary pastimes ~ I take long meditative walks by the sea. But from time to time some company is nice.
Most men have very poor conversational skills in comparison to their female partner, so telling her about ‘everything that happened in my day’ is difficult for men. Similarly, listening to her narrate her day’s events is hard for men. And trust me on this; some of the things she may have done he will not ever want to know. Men have very poor empathy in comparison to women.
And then; a man’s feelings, drives, and needs are very different from a woman’s. He will not ever want to know about your past and the other men in it, and if he does a woman should worry. The same goes for men in your present life, (coworkers and such).
People who want to know everything about you and live with you 24 / 7 are but one step from spying, stalking, and gaslighting. Maybe ~ so give each other some space.
(there is a whole other set of meanings about ‘sharing’ in relationships ~ but I’m not going to go there)
most women would not want to be chained
not all the time anyway
love can be an intimate connection and a dreadful bond
love makes you do strange things
she hears you before you have spoken
answers you before you’ve formed the question
and she loved you before you ever dreamed of her
and then, in walked the witch
the electric broomstick was bad
her fuck-me stilettos were a bitch
but the pearl choker was just sadistic
erotic witches aren’t all bad
they just like to behave that way
sex, secrets, sins
lovers, lies, lusts
oceans apart, day after day, and I’m still in love
Either in lockdown in the garret, or prevented from travelling, or in a beautiful place on vacation….. where ever I can go, and whatever I can do, I still cannot see my friends. Especially I am not allowed to meet those I care for the most.
I may be only a solitary traveller, but love, true love, transcends time and space.
Please listen with your heart.
purity, innocence, youthfulness
or a new beginning of everlasting love
some things are socially acceptable, and then again…..
Promiscuous casual sex is morally reprehensible, socially unacceptable, and
fucking very dangerous. Or rather, that is what I believe to be the truth of it. One reason for this post is a news story concerning a married woman who picked up / was picked up by a stranger in a bar, went back to his place, where she was stabbed twenty times by the drug addict thug, who then tried to cut off her head. The body was naked. They’d had sex.
This was by no means an isolated incident of casual sex turning into something very worse.
Picking up a stranger in a bar may be exciting, sexy, erotic, physically satisfying, with a frisson of danger thrown in, but it can also be fucking damaging to your self-respect, health, wealth, sanity, existing relationships, future relationships, social standing….. You could end up being humiliated, mugged, beaten, raped, passed around, stalked, gaslighted, ghosted, or dead.
Some of the same goes for people you ‘meet’ on social media, dating / sex dating sites, or any of the other myriad ways we can connect via the internet. Basically you have no idea who these people are, where they’re from, what they’re really like, their history, criminal record, and what the hell they really want from you. Are they the sex / age / ethnicity they say they are? If there’s a picture is it of them, and how long ago? If it’s an intimate picture they are probably not someone any decent person would want to know anyway.
There are labels for women who have casual sex with strangers and post intimate pictures of themselves on the internet ~ all of those labels are extremely derogatory.
Personally, I have three things in my favour when it comes to social media / email / long-distance friends and relationships. #1 I know my way around blogging. #2 I am a man. #3 I am very smart / computer savvy / I was trained to spot liars a mile off. Not everyone has my advantages, and yet women do engage in intimate relationships with people they only know from what they see on their own computer screens.
Personally, I have never knowingly ‘hit on’ a woman I didn’t know from Eve, picked up a woman in a bar, had first date sex, had multiple partners, been on a sex dating site, had sex with an ex, had sex with anyone much older / younger than me….. Maybe I am staid and naive, maybe I’m shy, or maybe I have standards, ethics, and morals.
Some say that fucking a stranger is incredibly hot. And that having multiple sexual partners is where it’s at. All I know is fucking a stranger has nothing to do with love and a lot to do with instant gratification, or money.
If you’ve been there with a stranger I don’t want to know
love is the sunshine of the soul
you were the sunshine of my life
so why did you rain on my parade?
my lover was the moon and stars to me
shame they were someone else’s sunshine
bright flowers die without sunshine
and a real man cannot live without a woman’s love
she burst into my life like a thousand blazing suns
and then I got burned
the real truth of true love is that the sun always shines
trust that the sun will shine
she was the sun, moon, and stars ~ she was the love of his life
Nothing lasts forever, but some love affairs bring on the sun, so what does time matter?
Yesterday my sun was shining brightly, and that was enough to bring happiness and love into my life. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? All I know is that I am content today.
Please listen with a sense of fun.
been there, seen the eclipse
shame I had to go to Wyoming
true friends are never far apart, no matter the distance between them
Woke up this morning at 03:30 with this song playing in my head. It makes me realise just how much friendship means to me, and how lucky I am to have a very special, very close friend.
If a friend is ever down and troubled, if my friend ever needs me, then indeed I will be there.
Please listen with a warm and fuzzy feeling.
even Marmaduke is troubled sometimes