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How to say I love you..

Nicola is sitting on a bench reading a book* when she is approached by Sam, an intrusive boy who strikes up an unlikely and intimate conversation with her, in which they bond awkwardly over their mutual feelings of isolation in a generation that would rather communicate via the internet** than in person.

Not my kind of video, but i thought this was nicely done. A bit wierd to appreciate though

Pleasure Principle no more???

Soixante Neuf where art thou????

If Obama was president of you-know-where!

Irrespective of your political affliations, this pic deserves a fucking good laugh!!!

all i cant say

There are so many words I cannot say,
when I look into your eyes.
I want to be able to tell you one day,
but I’m left speechless every time that I try.

You must have stumbled across the key,
and discovered so much more.
You found a hidden place in me,
you found my heart and opened the door.
And I cried in pain
of losing my dear friend.

Will it ever be the same again?
If it passes will it be the end?
I realized it was worth so much,
as I lie in bed that night.
So I allowed my soul to be touched,
without even putting up a fight.
Are my eyes deceiving me,
when I see you standing there?
Are you playing games,
just to prove I care?

You speak my name in a prelude,
in a reference to love,
with such loving attitude,
as if it were a message from above.
With the palms of your hands
pressed firmly against mine,
a white doves lands,
and the sun begins to shine.

Someday I will see,
though that day has not come yet.
You’ll say you love me,
but will you ever forget?
If that happens and my spirit dies,
if my emotions drop,
will you want to hold me when I cry?
Or will the love just suddenly stop?
We can’t expect to fall in love and never cry.

You’ll stay and play your part,
but after the beauty starts to die,
will your footprints still be on my heart?
Though it would be hard to say goodbye,
your friend I’ll always be,
as long as we always try,
to keep the friendship between you and me.

The letter I will not send
will casually inquire,
how could you have brought it to an end?
I was your one desire.
After this life is over,
you’ll be one person I know I’ll miss.

It’ll be too late to start over, and so I leave you with this…
I’ll hold you for a lifetime,
if you’ll just hold my hand.
We could have a wonderful time,
in the days we have not yet planned.

Can Men and Women just Be Friends?

Came across this rather interesting post on the daily mirror.

Can men and women be “just friends,” or is sexual attraction between the sexes always inevitable?  Men and women can be friends with members of the opposite sex, as long as they follow certain rules. If a person isn’t married, says it’s perfectly all right to have friends who are members of the opposite sex. Society has moved away from polarizing the sexes, and today, men and women work together, go to school together and should be able to be friends. Things are different if you are married. It is possible to have an opposite sex friendship, but you cannot compromise certain borders: You can’t go out to late night dinners together. You can have lunch together in a public place, but you should not order alcoholic beverages. “The embers of attraction really can grow in situations like that, and suddenly it’s not so innocent, it’s not just friendship anymore. You can’t take long drives or long flights with the other person, even if it’s for work. “Even if you have to work with a colleague [of the opposite sex], there are still certain boundaries you need to preserve You cannot place yourself in any situation where romance can grow. Romance grows when people are alone; romance grows when people tell secrets. You can’t share secrets with a platonic male or female friend that you don’t share with your spouse. “Because then you’re sharing an exclusivity with a member of the opposite sex that you’re not with your partner, and that can lead to a big no-no You should not be friends with ex-lovers.

Blogging about sex to have it, or having sex to blog about it

An interesting dichotomy isn’t it? my rather complicated mind was able to dissect the thought that inspired the title of this post.

I have been wondering why so many people have been blogging about their sex lives, or merely tickling the blogging Diaspora’s senses after dropping a hint about their sexual fantasies and then making the reader wait for the main post about the actual sex, like a thirsty dog exiled to the desert.
Well I do admire some of these posts; they surely qualify as an interesting read when the mind is in a state of hibernation to trigger it back to vigilance.  The writers deserve full applause for the audacity and all efforts put in.

But then, which gains prominence, blogging about sex to enjoy it more,, or having more and more sex to blog about it. Imagine banging someone (or getting banged, to be politically correct), partially,or even purely to satisfy the reader of the blog than to satisfy the partner your sharing intimacy with. Imagine performing a new move, and the orgasm that follows a while after was stimulated by the thought of penning it down after sex.

The dreaded “what do I blog about today”, may fast be turning into,, “what do I do during sex today, to blog about it tomorrow”. .. Well after all its was Sir Francis Bacon who said, Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man.  Maketh me wonder if he was actually thinking of sex when he said that.

Keep the posts on sex flowing folks, just another meandering thought of this enigmatic soul.

Enigma..

Some men are born to gather women’s tears,
To give a harbour to their timorous fears,
To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,
As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;
Yet their own tears remain unshed,
Their own tumultuous fears unsaid,
And, seeming steadfast as the forest and the earth
Shaken are they with pain.
They cry for voice as earth might cry for the sea
Or the wood for consuming fire;
Unanswered they remain
Subject to the sorrows of women utterly -
Heart and mind,
Subject as the dry earth to the rain
Or the dark wood to the wind.

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