Posts Tagged ‘lust’
And now for things that are harder to say
I will start with what comes easy
for I know
that we as people
We fall in love with each other
We do not fall in Love with a Gender
For the idea of Gender is the creation of men
and does not reflect the Truth
Each of our bodies are made to accommodate the love of either MALE or FEMALE
For all of the organs we use for Sex
We use for waste as well, there is Gender Equality
And from all we gain, either relief or pleasure
And we are at once Man and Woman
When it comes to sex
For when a man is penetrated, he derives pleasure from penetration
For there is pleasure in penetration
Climbing the mount to the Ultimate Climax
It may please, though one cannot routinely reach the summit
For there are men whom embody women and give off their scent
And to them, Man will have an even greater attraction
Than to her, cloaked in the female form
And they know not why
But it is fair to say that our opposite forms attract each other
And it is fair to say, there is good reason for this
And it is fair to say, that man and woman should procreate
But then these things have nothing to do with love and the joining of souls
To bring life into being is apart from these matters.
It is a favor for friends
for in each that is born
The soul of an old Love is reintroduced into this wonderful world
And this new reborn soul will live with or without LOVE and NURTURING
From them that bore them or sowed their seed
It is the initial sacrifice, to create and carry that was your debt
It is LOVE for humanity, culled from your trip to hell, that bends your heart to care for one entering
A cold world with no one at their side
But it is not fair
It is not just
to declare WHOM or WHAT
ONE must like or LOVE
These cannot extend in one direction and not another
For this world is full of variety
And just as a man may be drawn to a woman of Red Hair and Pale complexion
So he may be drawn to a woman of Jet
And so a woman may desire a man who be tall with dark features
She may also be drawn to one who is short and mild
And so a MAN may be drawn to a MAN
Who is unlike himself, whether he be soft or rough
And so a WOMAN may be drawn to a WOMAN
that is unlike her
But if they sought what they seek in the opposite sex
They very well may find them
Or they may NOT
It is just the world conspiring to have more
More of us
that it may marvel at our works
and one day tell the universe of this most BEAUTIFUL MOTHER
and RADIANT and watchful FATHER
And we will be CLOAKED
In GENDER RAIMENT
For it is a beautiful frock
And when removed
WE REVEAL OUR BEAUTIFUL STOCK
Fidel sighs and sits up. Marge gets up and grabs her purse, which is sitting next to the couch.
She fishes her cell phone out and answers it.
MARGE (on the phone)
Hey, John… No after work me and Norma decided to get some coffee… I’m actually in the bathroom… I’ll be home in a couple of hours… Yes… Do you want me to bring some food? Okay… Yes… No… That’s a good idea, why don’t you rent one?
Fidel gets up from the couch and paces behind it, wrapped in his sheet.
MARGE (on the phone)
I don’t want to talk about that right now… You know how I feel… I’ll be home in a little while… Okay… I said okay, I’ll talk to you later.
Marge hangs up the phone.
Fidel is leaning against the back of the couch with his back to the audience. Marge is sitting on the couch facing the audience.
Marge has her compact out and is inspecting her face.
I have to go soon.
Fidel slumps a bit, crestfallen.
Yeah, I know.
He’s home. I don’t love him any more but I don’t want to hurt him.
Come here, baby. Come hold me.
Fidel steps over the back of the couch and sits down, Marge moves him with light physical suggestion so that he sits with his back to the arm and she gets between his legs and covers herself with his arms.
I love you.
I love you.
I love how you never say, I love you too.’ That’s such a cop, it sounds like a lie.
I have my own love for you that generates from my heart. I didn’t have to learn to love you; I didn’t fall in love with you because you were in love with me. I love you.
I just have to go soon.
Ugh, oh my God. We had a class together and I was away from home really for the first time. John and I were cool, we used to see each other at all the parties.
Marge sighs and shakes her head.
He wasn’t at… that party; I didn’t see him there. I don’t think they were letting too many guys into that one anyway. Maybe that’s why…
You don’t have to explain it to me, Marge. You met him the way people meet, it’s okay.
I just want to explain it, Cass. Just let me tell it.
We hear party SOUNDS, YELLING, LAUGHING. We hear MUSIC, BASS and we hear FRATBOY CHEERING.
Well it was after that party… After– after it happened, just the usual Frat Boy pranking, I guess. After that I wasn’t even sure I wanted a guy to touch me anymore. It wasn’t violent or anything just… something I could never have back, a feeling, a perception… Those kind of guys, those guys are such bastards.
Marge moves to wipe her eyes; Fidel squeezes her a little tighter and caresses her hair.
John and I were doing a multimedia project together and just became friends. He never really tried to put any moves on me or anything. I started to get over things and go on dates. It wasn’t really working out though; I couldn’t find that person and I could never figure out why. There were drop dead gorgeous guys that really wanted to be with me, some older guys, some real cool guys. Out of all of them though there was something missing. Then one night John made a move… and I let him. I think I figured that I would never find that one guy; I should just get back to reality and find a somebody. I always thought I’d get over it… get over it, you know but I figured if I wait until then…
Marge turns her body into Fidel’s.
Why couldn’t I have met you? You’re the one I was looking for. I married him because I didn’t meet you… and girls… we’re different; we need security, we look for it. It’s not always about love. No one else ever has love, your parents don’t have love; there’s no passion. Your friends don’t have love. They only have love in the movies and I always wonder what happens two weeks after the movie ends. They probably have the same fight that broke them up in the middle of the movie– break up again or just continue the cycle and squeeze out all the passion and poof. They’re just like everyone else.
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When it all goes wrong, when it all went wrong; before you knew that people would lie to you, friends would lie to you. But it wasn’t just lies, that was the tricky part. Like a cartoon character summoned by the aroma of a fresh baked pie on the window sill, they would lead you astray just to get the thing you were already blessed to have. But there were two unfortunate items. The first was, of course, you didn’t know you were blessed to have the thing. No one told you really, they only discouraged and tried to shake it out of you with dreams of growing up in which all foolish things must be left behind. So it was obviously fools who defined what was foolish. The second item was that you figured as bad as they were bad-mouthing the thing you had, they couldn’t possibly want it. Well yes and no.
They called her a ho’ and a slut and a tramp and any man a fool for treating her with any kind of fondness. Your manhood was of course in question because you were treating said women with much fondness but what did you know? You had a beautiful girl who wanted to spend every moment with you. She walked into your high school English class with the boldness of a grifter and told your teacher that there was an emergency and you had to come right that instant. The teacher saw the earnest expression on her face and called you out. She’d planned on failing you anyway but it wasn’t like you cared right? You didn’t care, you were going to rush home to your room with her; slip into your bed and get lost in ecstacy. But we’re all horny; no, this was something more. It wasn’t just the act, it was the feeling behind the act, how you looked at her in the dark and her face was a clear picture, it glowed as the moon. For you it was a reflection of your happiness. When you told her you loved her it came from a place with no words and was expressed with a feeling that was without doubt.
I view the exchange as even
But many see things askew
since we are raised from a certain point of view
and in this, wherein Ouroboros bites Her tail.
For to bear a child is to enlist a life long ally
in which to love
And where reciprocation is as death
And of this ilk can numbers be bore
Multiply more and more
And there will be no shortage of man
For which, a seed can be sown
Rather that man be high or low
He alone cannot wholly contain the capacity of his sperm
It gives him pleasure without measure, infinite like the Gods
Even when the effort is small
It nearly drives the species to heights quite tall
The feeling is intensified as the circumstance becomes more bizarre
This is where men try to hide who they truly are
But our writers and recorders never lie
in describing what manner of beast, fish or fowl in which man is urged, on top, to lie
Prohibition drives the urge ever greater
But what follows is guilt and shame in nature
Man will issue seed and nature will decide in which thing it shall be sown
And Herein lies the curse as Ouroboros tastes his tail.