Saturday, December 14, 2013
DATING: MOVIES VS REALITY
You've probably grown up watching a lot of movies, and the thing about movies is that the stories that offer the most escapism by nature give you the least accurate picture of the real world. Lacking are the movies about how the universe is a big unfair mess of random shit and awkward gray areas in which you are entitled only to die screaming. Your life is not a character arc in which the Love Interest is obligated to appear at some point -- it is a horribly free-form escalator ride to the grave, and it's up to you to make the most of it by shaping yourself into the kind of person that the kind of person you're attracted to would plausibly find attractive. Something you're clearly not doing already, because you have the dating profile of the hero, the protagonist, the One True Human, who is intrinsically attractive without having to grow as a person
PERSONAL: A UNIQUE COMPELLING PROFILE AWAITS YOU
A unique and compelling profile awaits you!
I've noticed quite a few women's profiles with the following headline: "Do guys even read this?" That's a fair question. Let's face it, men tend to be more shallow than women when it comes to looks. However, some men, myself included, have learned that being shallow is ultimately unsatisfying and a waste of time. Spending time with someone who has only good looks to offer gets old in a hurry, at least for me. True chemistry can exist only if there's something more than physical attraction at work. So, to answer your question, (if you're one of the women who has posed that question) - Yes, some men do read women's profiles to see if there might be some potential for more than just physical attraction. Now that you know I actually read women's profiles, it's only fair that you continue reading this profile........:-)
As far as describing myself, I won't bore you by telling you my friends think I'm "laid back" or "down-to-earth" or "super-awesome" or anything else. What does that prove? They're my friends. Of course they're going to say nice things about me. And even if my friends didn't have anything nice to say about me, I would still claim that they think I'm a great guy. Who wouldn't? So I'm not going to try to convince you that random people think highly of me. I'm confident my words will prove that I'm someone worth getting to know. Or, at the very least, that I'm not a complete psycho.:-)
When it comes to personal relationships, I try to be the best friend or partner I can be. I can get along with just about anyone and take pride in the fact that I rarely get angry. I believe that differences of opinion should be resolved with a calm conversation rather than a shouting match. I'm not perfect, and I don't expect you to be without flaws. Like most people, I'm not hoping to meet someone who's perfect, but rather someone who's perfect for me.
When describing my ideal woman, I don't like to say "she should be this" or "she should be that", although I'm always attracted to someone with a nice smile and pretty eyes. Beyond physicality, I think that honesty, adaptability, and a sense of humor are crucial for a strong relationship. Although I don't really have a "type" when it comes to personality, we might hit it off if: you are kind, caring, and honest. Thanks for checking out my profile. If I haven't convinced you that I'm someone worth getting to know better, would you mind forwarding my profile to your cute friend, neighbor, or co-worker whose hot sister has recently become available? What?!? You can't blame a guy for trying!!
PERSONAL
I'm putting out a world wide web bulletin to get everyone's help. You see, I've lost my smile. I'm not really myself without it. I have a couple leads that give me hope that it may have been found, including a vague description. She appears to be between 26 and 40 years old, but may appear younger than her age. She at least 5'7" (I am 5'7), not a bbw, but doesn't live at the gym either. She has high-maintenance looks with a down-to-earth attitude, values, and personality. She loves rock & roll and may be found at concerts. I have conflicting reports that she's either a blonde or a brunette. She's intelligent with her own career and not dependent on someone to support her. If this person can be found, I can offer a reward of lifetime devotion, long, slow kisses that last for days, midnight massages, a partner that loves to cook and doesn't mind sharing in the household chores, someone to wash your back, a shoulder to lean on, and someone who will hold you at night. If you think you may have found my smile, please e-mail me as I really need it to be myself. Thanks.
SPIRITUAL: THE HERO'S JOURNEY
I hadn’t read Joseph Campbell in awhile. When I came across this essay last week, I got sucked in. This is inspiration. Please share.
The Hero’s Journey (On Living in the World) by Joseph Campbell
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
What you have to do, you do with play.
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.
The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be.
Being alive is the meaning.
The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world.
We can not cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
When we talk about settling the world’s problems, we’re barking up the wrong tree.
The world is perfect. It’s a mess. It has always been a mess.
We are not going to change it.
Our job is to straighten out our own lives.
We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
If we fix on the old, we get stuck. When we hang onto any form, we are in danger of putrefaction.
Hell is life drying up. The Hoarder, the one in us that wants to keep, to hold on, must be killed.
If we are hanging onto the form now, we’re not going to have the form next.
You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.
Destruction before creation.
Out of perfection nothing can be made. Every process involves breaking something up. The earth must be broken to bring forth life. If the seed does not die, there is no plant.
Bread results from the death of wheat. Life lives on lives. Our own life lives on the acts of other people.
If you are lifeworthy, you can take it. What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.
The world is a match for us. We are a match for the world. Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most challenging. Negativism to the pain and ferocity of life is negativism to life.
We are not there until we can say “yea” to all.
To take a righteous attitude toward anything is to denigrate it. Awe is what moves us forward. As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you. Eternity is a dimension of here and now.
The divine lives within you. Live from your own center.
Your real duty is to go away from the community to find your bliss. The society is the enemy when it imposes its structures on the individual.
On the dragon there are many scales. Everyone of them says “Thou Shalt.” Kill the dragon “Thou Shalt.” When one one has killed that dragon, one has become The Child.
Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.
Follow your bliss.
The heroic life is living the individual adventure. There is no security in following the call to adventure. Nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be. To refuse the call means stagnation.
What you don’t experience positively you will experience negatively. You enter the forest at the darkest point, where there is no path.
Where there is a way or path, it is someone else’s path. You are not on your own path. If you follow someone else’s way, you are not going to realize your potential.
The goal of the hero trip down to the jewel point is to find those levels in the psyche that open, open, open, and finally open to the mystery of your Self being Buddha consciousness or the Christ.
That’s the journey.
It is all about finding that still point in your mind where commitment drops away. It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for. The damned thing in the cave that was so dreaded has become the center.
You will find the jewel, and it draws you off.
In loving the spiritual, you cannot despise the earthly.
The purpose of the journey is compassion.
When you have come past the pairs of opposites, you have reached compassion. The goal is to bring the jewel back to the world, to join the two things together.
The separateness apparent in the world is secondary.
Beyond that world of opposites is an unseen, but experienced, unity and identity in us all.
Today, the planet is the only proper “in group.” You must return with the bliss and integrate it. The return is seeing the radiance everywhere.
Sri Ramakrishna said: “Do not seek illumination unless you seek it as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond.”
If you want the whole thing, the gods will give it to you. But you must be ready for it. The goal is to live with godlike composure on the full rush of energy, like Dionysus riding the leopard, without being torn to pieces.
A bit of advice given to a young Native American at the time of his initiation: “As you go the way of life, you will see a chasm.
Jump!
The Hero’s Journey (On Living in the World) by Joseph Campbell
The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are.
What you have to do, you do with play.
Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it.
The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be.
Being alive is the meaning.
The warrior’s approach is to say “yes” to life: “yea” to it all.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world.
We can not cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy.
When we talk about settling the world’s problems, we’re barking up the wrong tree.
The world is perfect. It’s a mess. It has always been a mess.
We are not going to change it.
Our job is to straighten out our own lives.
We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
The old skin has to be shed before the new one can come.
If we fix on the old, we get stuck. When we hang onto any form, we are in danger of putrefaction.
Hell is life drying up. The Hoarder, the one in us that wants to keep, to hold on, must be killed.
If we are hanging onto the form now, we’re not going to have the form next.
You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.
Destruction before creation.
Out of perfection nothing can be made. Every process involves breaking something up. The earth must be broken to bring forth life. If the seed does not die, there is no plant.
Bread results from the death of wheat. Life lives on lives. Our own life lives on the acts of other people.
If you are lifeworthy, you can take it. What we are really living for is the experience of life, both the pain and the pleasure.
The world is a match for us. We are a match for the world. Opportunities to find deeper powers within ourselves come when life seems most challenging. Negativism to the pain and ferocity of life is negativism to life.
We are not there until we can say “yea” to all.
To take a righteous attitude toward anything is to denigrate it. Awe is what moves us forward. As you proceed through life, following your own path, birds will shit on you. Don’t bother to brush it off. Getting a comedic view of your situation gives you spiritual distance. Having a sense of humor saves you. Eternity is a dimension of here and now.
The divine lives within you. Live from your own center.
Your real duty is to go away from the community to find your bliss. The society is the enemy when it imposes its structures on the individual.
On the dragon there are many scales. Everyone of them says “Thou Shalt.” Kill the dragon “Thou Shalt.” When one one has killed that dragon, one has become The Child.
Breaking out is following your bliss pattern, quitting the old place, starting your hero journey, following your bliss. You throw off yesterday as the snake sheds its skin.
Follow your bliss.
The heroic life is living the individual adventure. There is no security in following the call to adventure. Nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be. To refuse the call means stagnation.
What you don’t experience positively you will experience negatively. You enter the forest at the darkest point, where there is no path.
Where there is a way or path, it is someone else’s path. You are not on your own path. If you follow someone else’s way, you are not going to realize your potential.
The goal of the hero trip down to the jewel point is to find those levels in the psyche that open, open, open, and finally open to the mystery of your Self being Buddha consciousness or the Christ.
That’s the journey.
It is all about finding that still point in your mind where commitment drops away. It is by going down into the abyss that we recover the treasures of life.
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure.
The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for. The damned thing in the cave that was so dreaded has become the center.
You will find the jewel, and it draws you off.
In loving the spiritual, you cannot despise the earthly.
The purpose of the journey is compassion.
When you have come past the pairs of opposites, you have reached compassion. The goal is to bring the jewel back to the world, to join the two things together.
The separateness apparent in the world is secondary.
Beyond that world of opposites is an unseen, but experienced, unity and identity in us all.
Today, the planet is the only proper “in group.” You must return with the bliss and integrate it. The return is seeing the radiance everywhere.
Sri Ramakrishna said: “Do not seek illumination unless you seek it as a man whose hair is on fire seeks a pond.”
If you want the whole thing, the gods will give it to you. But you must be ready for it. The goal is to live with godlike composure on the full rush of energy, like Dionysus riding the leopard, without being torn to pieces.
A bit of advice given to a young Native American at the time of his initiation: “As you go the way of life, you will see a chasm.
Jump!
Friday, December 13, 2013
PERSONAL: NOT TRYING TO SELL MYSELF
I am not here to sell myself, my self worth with convincing verbs, nouns and adjectives, I simply want you to take interest in the raw truth of who I am and what I am about. ~~ I'm a divorced man who hasn't been up to keeping a fulfill flamboyant social life, I work a good 9 hours a day, by that time I look forward to getting home and unwind, I'm getting bored with all work no play makes John a dull boy, and I am so not dull ~ but the thought of getting myself out there in a social setting ~ alone and with no friend or sweetheart for company, well it just very seldom happens that I get the nerve up to just go about it alone and see what happens.. So, simply put.. I'm single because I work and my friends are wrapped up and do their own thing as well.. I do manage to get out with a few of my friends and closely related family members, for some fun a few weekend nights a month, but I'm not ffulfilled by any of that. I want someone to get to know and share real time day to day, you know, bond a relationship. I by no means am desperate, I have a life, but it's without that special someone, and it's sad in a way cause I am so very grounded and have been stable for a long time, but when it comes to women ~~ I just don't know how to go about finding one sincere and with similar wants, the key is " a woman truly looking for a one on one relationship and ready to put into what it takes to make and help create a long n loving bond with someone and be kind and caring in the process. Pardon me for saying so, but I just give up on this whole social games that are played, there's so much beauty everywhere you look and women are hard to hold due mostly to the lifestyle here, and you know, I can't say I blame you.. (not a woman basher, please don't think that !) Just that the world is Your oyster and when you find that pearl, you should recognize it and embrace it and take a chance on love and put forth time and really open your heart to it.. I don't know, I get alittle disappointed by how many of us are alone and want more from life and I just can't help but wonder why, WHY, is this so cumbersome of a defeat..I thought I was a a single woman's dream (I have a career, steady income, a home, drug and disease free and LOOKING for a RELATIONSHIP). I don’t understand a woman not being attracted to ALL that since all I ever hear is how hard it is to find a "a good guy"..... Our parents never lived this way, or did they ? Genuine, hopes and dreams, small as they are, are still someones dreams and wants, and yet we're here . Well, if I haven't made it perfectly clear, I am seriously looking . Looking for someone genuinely being truthful, a person who feels they too are looking seriously for someone special in their life, this online dating stuff has such an unspoken range of ideals for people ? Match me in a game of tennis ~ Match me and play the bass while I play my drums, Match me and we'll talk over coffee about some good real estate investments, and the best yet " hey it's only 6 pm lets hookup for for a dinner. I want what I want, just as you want what you want... But, I want something coming forth with real heart and true intentions. I'm not doing this for just a past time and social despair.. So, there you have it... That's why I am here... and I know that if you were a level headed woman (even had read all of this ) would still find in between the lines that I am not twisted and full of hate, possessiveness, jealousies n so forth, please read other aspects of profile and think me over.. waiting for you to come through, a love worth waiting for ,
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE
Dear Soulmate
All through my day...I catch myself smiling, with thoughts of you..At night you enter my dreams...and I can feel your touch...your love... Conversations with others...always end with me talking of you...There is so much I see that reminds me of you...I feel you all around me...Each love song I hear...sounds as if it was written just for us...I can't wait to get home each day... hoping for a call...to hear your voice...Perhaps a letter or a note I will find...telling me of your love...When I see lovers holding hands...no longer do I envy them...for I have you...I thought the rest of my life would be empty of passion and the love of a woman...The trust...the hope of loving or sharing myself with any woman again seemed lost...But, you have captured my heart...and all the feelings I locked away has surfaced...Look what you have done...I Love You...You're the sun that lights my day.You're the stars that light my night.You take away my pain and strife and from this gift I finally see How much you mean to me. So from this day,I pledge my life,to always love you until the light.
All through my day...I catch myself smiling, with thoughts of you..At night you enter my dreams...and I can feel your touch...your love... Conversations with others...always end with me talking of you...There is so much I see that reminds me of you...I feel you all around me...Each love song I hear...sounds as if it was written just for us...I can't wait to get home each day... hoping for a call...to hear your voice...Perhaps a letter or a note I will find...telling me of your love...When I see lovers holding hands...no longer do I envy them...for I have you...I thought the rest of my life would be empty of passion and the love of a woman...The trust...the hope of loving or sharing myself with any woman again seemed lost...But, you have captured my heart...and all the feelings I locked away has surfaced...Look what you have done...I Love You...You're the sun that lights my day.You're the stars that light my night.You take away my pain and strife and from this gift I finally see How much you mean to me. So from this day,I pledge my life,to always love you until the light.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE...TIC ...TOC
Dear Soulmate,
Tic...toc...tic...toc...do you hear the movement of the clock? Every beat, every second it moves closer to every hour, would be like the beatings of my heart...each beat, each second my heart beats to sustain me, it grows, every time the clock moves and my heart beats..my love for you grows.The first time I saw you. I felt something inside. It was a dream, a dream come true,A feeling I could not hide.Everything about you, your hair, your eyes Was just something different.I wonder why my heart sighs,Your beauty has lit this passion and desire. Now you, and only you, can put out this fire. Others try, with promises,sweet words,and even sweeter smiles. but... they're not you. Why settle for promises when forever is right here with you. There is no touch gentler,no smile brighter, no kiss softer than the ones you give me. Everything I need I have in you. You are more than a dream, the closest I'll come to an angel, and everything I want. Our love is ... Perfect.
Tic...toc...tic...toc...do you hear the movement of the clock? Every beat, every second it moves closer to every hour, would be like the beatings of my heart...each beat, each second my heart beats to sustain me, it grows, every time the clock moves and my heart beats..my love for you grows.The first time I saw you. I felt something inside. It was a dream, a dream come true,A feeling I could not hide.Everything about you, your hair, your eyes Was just something different.I wonder why my heart sighs,Your beauty has lit this passion and desire. Now you, and only you, can put out this fire. Others try, with promises,sweet words,and even sweeter smiles. but... they're not you. Why settle for promises when forever is right here with you. There is no touch gentler,no smile brighter, no kiss softer than the ones you give me. Everything I need I have in you. You are more than a dream, the closest I'll come to an angel, and everything I want. Our love is ... Perfect.
PERSONAL: STORY OF MY LIFE
The story of my life is a book about love which contains no chapters,no writing. And as this story is told,it is the voice of a mute.That is, until you came into my life, filling every moment with a joyous,heart-warming, song. A song of which makes my heart, soul,and spirit swell with pleasure, elation, and an almost surreal perfection. Now as time has passed, and our story has unfolded; Each chapter coming to light, day by day, one experience after another, only getting better, with each experience unique in its' own special way. As the stories reveal themselves; my love for you deepens, as does the want,desire, and yearning for your touch and love. Each chapter has meant the world to me.I would not trade them for all the riches of man;but hold them close to my heart.Nor would I wish for future chapters to go unwritten.I thank you for bringing light to my life.And I want our story to go on forever,never ending, never failing.I love you, always and forever.
PERSONAL/ DEAR SOULMATE
Dear Future Soulmate,
I often dreamed about a faceless woman who comes in through the dark holding a candle that burns softly.A glowing light that surrounds the room and engulfs the darkness. The single light pours into my heart and rushes through me washing out everything that was ever dirty and cleansing my soul. I never really thought she existed only a dream. A figure of my ever changing and growing imagination, but one day when I met you and fell into your embracing arms and looking into your eyes ,I saw that candle burning this bright light boring into the very heart of me. It was then I knew I loved you.You were my faceless woman who made everything wrong become right. You take away all my sorrows with a single hello.The air that seemed to be always constricted now flows through me without effort. From your touch, my dream of a woman so loving,so gentle, so true has finally arrived and with it, is the love we share between no other hearts..just yours and mine.
I often dreamed about a faceless woman who comes in through the dark holding a candle that burns softly.A glowing light that surrounds the room and engulfs the darkness. The single light pours into my heart and rushes through me washing out everything that was ever dirty and cleansing my soul. I never really thought she existed only a dream. A figure of my ever changing and growing imagination, but one day when I met you and fell into your embracing arms and looking into your eyes ,I saw that candle burning this bright light boring into the very heart of me. It was then I knew I loved you.You were my faceless woman who made everything wrong become right. You take away all my sorrows with a single hello.The air that seemed to be always constricted now flows through me without effort. From your touch, my dream of a woman so loving,so gentle, so true has finally arrived and with it, is the love we share between no other hearts..just yours and mine.
PERSONAL/ LOVE/ DATING: BEING LOVED BY A WOMAN
I know what it feels like to be loved by a woman; a woman whose heart is open wide to the spirit you are; a woman who loves you, or in the moment feels as though she is deeply in love with you. To hold her in your arms, to feel her breath upon your chest, as she holds you in embrace, and caresses your heart into deep utter relaxation.To be teased into bliss by the simplicity of her eyes melting into yours. Her rich smell as her pheromones reach out to yours and tantalize your adrenaline into heaven. A spark of simplicity, a whimper in your heart of relief, of satisfaction, of knowing you are man, as you are received in her love. To be a man, being loved by this woman helps you to know you ARE alive, and you are worthy, are capable and acceptable in being a man; that you are allowed to be YOU,
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..CAN I COME TO YOU
Dear Soulmate
A stranger was love, unknown to my heart, for thy heart had never met, except in dreams, nor felt it's embrace. Though I must admit, it lives, so it seems, for it is felt deep beneath my breast. Nothing less of love could have taken place,for it holds thy heart captive. There is no greater feeling than love, the feelings, that love doth move;Before this date love was a stranger to me, and yet, it lived, nay lives, deep within thee. It was written in the stars...on the pages of my heart... that someday, I would find the Love, I feel for You tonight...on the ocean of our dreams...Like a prayer, You came to me...and the longing that had been found and it's ending in your eyes.I am missing you tonight...I really want to see you...I really want to touch you...If only I could hold you in my arms again. I really want to reach you forever to be with you.If I had one wish. It would be that you would be here with me.Holding you in my arms and kissing you and wanting never to let you go. Tonight, when darkness takes the day and the sky is no longer blue, as you lie in your bed of dreams, can I come to you? Can I be your everything and more, do what I have not done yet, Love you like I want and..be myself with no regrets? Tell me... without me your world would end and through life you will never find your way. Tell me things, in the blanket of darkness, that you would not tell me in the light of day. I wonder what would happen if, for tonight, my hidden thoughts were revealed. I want you to read my mind. Can you feel what I feel? So, my love... I will ask you again... can I do what I want to? Be your breath and the beat in your heart...? Can I come to you?
A stranger was love, unknown to my heart, for thy heart had never met, except in dreams, nor felt it's embrace. Though I must admit, it lives, so it seems, for it is felt deep beneath my breast. Nothing less of love could have taken place,for it holds thy heart captive. There is no greater feeling than love, the feelings, that love doth move;Before this date love was a stranger to me, and yet, it lived, nay lives, deep within thee. It was written in the stars...on the pages of my heart... that someday, I would find the Love, I feel for You tonight...on the ocean of our dreams...Like a prayer, You came to me...and the longing that had been found and it's ending in your eyes.I am missing you tonight...I really want to see you...I really want to touch you...If only I could hold you in my arms again. I really want to reach you forever to be with you.If I had one wish. It would be that you would be here with me.Holding you in my arms and kissing you and wanting never to let you go. Tonight, when darkness takes the day and the sky is no longer blue, as you lie in your bed of dreams, can I come to you? Can I be your everything and more, do what I have not done yet, Love you like I want and..be myself with no regrets? Tell me... without me your world would end and through life you will never find your way. Tell me things, in the blanket of darkness, that you would not tell me in the light of day. I wonder what would happen if, for tonight, my hidden thoughts were revealed. I want you to read my mind. Can you feel what I feel? So, my love... I will ask you again... can I do what I want to? Be your breath and the beat in your heart...? Can I come to you?
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE..WAS IT ONLY....
Dear Soulmate,
Was it only days ago.It seems like forever.I don't think that I will know for how could I ever? The place I first met you, heart.A place, my sweet beauty,that I go when we're apart. Is this love? I know that someday my lips will once again touch you.I pray that time quickly slips to bring my love to you.This soul of mine that lies deep within,yearns for your love, yearns for companionship,Too many times has this heart been shattered to pieces by words and movements of another's lies,Too many times have these ears heard false impressions.Too many times has my love been shoved aside,just tossed away like a piece of thin red line.This mortal body needs someone to caress it,and not to beat it down. This soul needs something that is real,and not something that is full of lies,This heart needs someone to love it,and not to say phrases and lines that are lies,This thing called love so many shove aside,Taken for granted, is the one thing I desire...I have touched your soul and you reached back and touched mine.Did you know it? Did you feel it? It drives me mad deep inside. I crave it like nothing else...Food and water I do not need. The air itself, I would not breath. All things seem frivolous. Nothing seems important except feeling that touch of your soul again.My heart--like a spider?-- Spins out its web: Thin tendrils from you to me. You, as my base, hold me up, Though it is pure feeling And so strong it could cradle mountains. A lace-work of beauty, Glistening in your radiance and filled with the warmth of life.
Was it only days ago.It seems like forever.I don't think that I will know for how could I ever? The place I first met you, heart.A place, my sweet beauty,that I go when we're apart. Is this love? I know that someday my lips will once again touch you.I pray that time quickly slips to bring my love to you.This soul of mine that lies deep within,yearns for your love, yearns for companionship,Too many times has this heart been shattered to pieces by words and movements of another's lies,Too many times have these ears heard false impressions.Too many times has my love been shoved aside,just tossed away like a piece of thin red line.This mortal body needs someone to caress it,and not to beat it down. This soul needs something that is real,and not something that is full of lies,This heart needs someone to love it,and not to say phrases and lines that are lies,This thing called love so many shove aside,Taken for granted, is the one thing I desire...I have touched your soul and you reached back and touched mine.Did you know it? Did you feel it? It drives me mad deep inside. I crave it like nothing else...Food and water I do not need. The air itself, I would not breath. All things seem frivolous. Nothing seems important except feeling that touch of your soul again.My heart--like a spider?-- Spins out its web: Thin tendrils from you to me. You, as my base, hold me up, Though it is pure feeling And so strong it could cradle mountains. A lace-work of beauty, Glistening in your radiance and filled with the warmth of life.
PERSONAL/ LOVE LETTER: DEAR SOULMATE...TO SEE YOUR FACE
Dear Soulmate,
To see your face is to watch the moon's charming guise.Clear as white, calm as night, and heavenly appealing. A rousing light of this soul in its darkest hour and the lone delight of this sorrowful heart. To listen to your voice is to hear an angel sing. Every lyric speaks of heartfelt love. Its tune soothes this tired and deadbeat mind and the rhythm ushers in a new dawn of life. To smell your scent is to sense a sweet perfume as fresh and sweet-scented as the morning mist. A new, refreshing, and inspiring fragrance to this dull and stinking world of mine. To behold your eyes is to be magically entranced by a force as magnetic as the heavens above striking and mesmerizing and I just get lost inside your sight. To see your grace is to meet the Goddess of Love. Lovely, irresistible, and out of the ordinary to glance at your beauty is privilege enough.What more if I get to be by your side? To share thy sorrows and laughter and to discern my deepest secrets Is a great pleasure, without a doubt.For no one's more interesting than thou art To make me love you is as weird as life but is as pleasant as rose but for you to love me, too, is a gift from God himself.
To see your face is to watch the moon's charming guise.Clear as white, calm as night, and heavenly appealing. A rousing light of this soul in its darkest hour and the lone delight of this sorrowful heart. To listen to your voice is to hear an angel sing. Every lyric speaks of heartfelt love. Its tune soothes this tired and deadbeat mind and the rhythm ushers in a new dawn of life. To smell your scent is to sense a sweet perfume as fresh and sweet-scented as the morning mist. A new, refreshing, and inspiring fragrance to this dull and stinking world of mine. To behold your eyes is to be magically entranced by a force as magnetic as the heavens above striking and mesmerizing and I just get lost inside your sight. To see your grace is to meet the Goddess of Love. Lovely, irresistible, and out of the ordinary to glance at your beauty is privilege enough.What more if I get to be by your side? To share thy sorrows and laughter and to discern my deepest secrets Is a great pleasure, without a doubt.For no one's more interesting than thou art To make me love you is as weird as life but is as pleasant as rose but for you to love me, too, is a gift from God himself.
ARTICLE: WHAT LIES BENEATH BY AMANDA HESS
On Beauty | For Women, a New Look Down Under
After years of razors, wax and lasers reducing pubic hair to the bare minimum — or nothing at all — there’s a return to a more natural state.
Marilyn Monroe’s maid claimed she once walked in on the actress naked and splayed-legged, bottle and toothbrush in hand, meticulously bleaching the hair between her legs a perfectly matching platinum. When Monroe danced onto a breezy New York City subway grate in that billowing ivory dress in “The Seven Year Itch,” she layered two pairs of underwear to ensure that her bountiful crop was obscured from gawkers’ sightlines. And when the studio photographer snapped on-set publicity shots of the scene, they were meticulously airbrushed to smooth out the unmistakable texture visible beneath her pleated skirt.
For women of Monroe’s generation, pubic hair was a game of peekaboo — on full display in the privacy of the bungalow, but carefully hidden from popular view. In recent years, the bombshell bush has essentially disappeared. Wax-wielding estheticians and permanent lasers have whittled it down or erased it entirely. Pornography has served up a new degree of bareness. When the paparazzi shoot pantyless pop stars exiting limousines, their cameras zoom in on a barren landscape.
It wasn’t always this way. For centuries of artistic tradition, the absence of pubic hair was merely an illusion. Renaissance artists depicted the female pelvis in smoothed stone or oil-painted shadow. Although a few artists made bids for erotic realism — notably Gustave Courbet in 1866 with the furry black patch in his painting “L’Origine du Monde”— the taboo persisted. The story goes that the 19th-century art critic John Ruskin was so shocked by the discrepancy between the renderings he’d studied and his wife’s naked body that he annulled the marriage. “Though her face was beautiful,” he wrote, “there were certain circumstances in her person” that left him unable to proceed. When the photographer Alfred Stieglitz exhibited 45 portraits, several of them nudes, of his muse Georgia O’Keeffe in 1921, they caused a sensation.
The explosion of the bikini on 1960s beaches changed everything, bringing with it the “bikini line,” which required a precise shave. The beauty industry graciously homed in on this new terrain, first with razors and depilatory creams, then waxes, electrolysis and lasers. Peruse popular nudes over the past decades and you can practically carbon-date the photo by the area’s dwindling dimensions. In the 1960s, the fashion designer Mary Quant got hers trimmed into a heart. Helmut Newton’s 1981 “Big Nudes” series of photographs featured towering heels and equally imposing pubic hair; by the 1990s, Playboy centerfolds had transitioned from a full growth to a teensy landing strip; by the 21st century, the “Brazilian” was established as the new standard.
Did it go too far? Today, the Helmut Newton nude makes for a more aspirational ideal than an unfortunate celebrity crotch shot. The New York waxing emporium J. Sisters displays a 1990s head shot of Gwyneth Paltrow signed, “You changed my life!!” But these days, Paltrow laughingly told Ellen DeGeneres, “I work a ’70s vibe.” Mert & Marcus photographed Daria Werbowy and Naomi Campbell with full, frank pubic hair in a 2010 Love magazine spread, and they look assertive, real, even rebellious.
Even young porn stars are “bringing the ’80s back,” says Nina Hartley, a doyenne of the scene. Stoya, one of the highest-profile porn actresses of the moment, has also posed for the fashion photographer Steven Klein with grown-out pelvis and armpits. “I’ve had all sorts of pubic hair,” she says. “I’ve been completely bald, I’ve had my entire natural bush grown out, and I usually have an arrangement somewhere in between.” It’s worth noting that this look isn’t completely untamed, of course. Many women still attend to the sides and underneath. But there’s something refreshingly retro, delightfully expressive and confidently grown-up in getting back to nature. And Courbet’s “L’Origine du Monde”? It now resides at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, where — judging by the sale of postcards — it is one of the most popular paintings of all.
After years of razors, wax and lasers reducing pubic hair to the bare minimum — or nothing at all — there’s a return to a more natural state.
Marilyn Monroe’s maid claimed she once walked in on the actress naked and splayed-legged, bottle and toothbrush in hand, meticulously bleaching the hair between her legs a perfectly matching platinum. When Monroe danced onto a breezy New York City subway grate in that billowing ivory dress in “The Seven Year Itch,” she layered two pairs of underwear to ensure that her bountiful crop was obscured from gawkers’ sightlines. And when the studio photographer snapped on-set publicity shots of the scene, they were meticulously airbrushed to smooth out the unmistakable texture visible beneath her pleated skirt.
For women of Monroe’s generation, pubic hair was a game of peekaboo — on full display in the privacy of the bungalow, but carefully hidden from popular view. In recent years, the bombshell bush has essentially disappeared. Wax-wielding estheticians and permanent lasers have whittled it down or erased it entirely. Pornography has served up a new degree of bareness. When the paparazzi shoot pantyless pop stars exiting limousines, their cameras zoom in on a barren landscape.
It wasn’t always this way. For centuries of artistic tradition, the absence of pubic hair was merely an illusion. Renaissance artists depicted the female pelvis in smoothed stone or oil-painted shadow. Although a few artists made bids for erotic realism — notably Gustave Courbet in 1866 with the furry black patch in his painting “L’Origine du Monde”— the taboo persisted. The story goes that the 19th-century art critic John Ruskin was so shocked by the discrepancy between the renderings he’d studied and his wife’s naked body that he annulled the marriage. “Though her face was beautiful,” he wrote, “there were certain circumstances in her person” that left him unable to proceed. When the photographer Alfred Stieglitz exhibited 45 portraits, several of them nudes, of his muse Georgia O’Keeffe in 1921, they caused a sensation.
The explosion of the bikini on 1960s beaches changed everything, bringing with it the “bikini line,” which required a precise shave. The beauty industry graciously homed in on this new terrain, first with razors and depilatory creams, then waxes, electrolysis and lasers. Peruse popular nudes over the past decades and you can practically carbon-date the photo by the area’s dwindling dimensions. In the 1960s, the fashion designer Mary Quant got hers trimmed into a heart. Helmut Newton’s 1981 “Big Nudes” series of photographs featured towering heels and equally imposing pubic hair; by the 1990s, Playboy centerfolds had transitioned from a full growth to a teensy landing strip; by the 21st century, the “Brazilian” was established as the new standard.
Did it go too far? Today, the Helmut Newton nude makes for a more aspirational ideal than an unfortunate celebrity crotch shot. The New York waxing emporium J. Sisters displays a 1990s head shot of Gwyneth Paltrow signed, “You changed my life!!” But these days, Paltrow laughingly told Ellen DeGeneres, “I work a ’70s vibe.” Mert & Marcus photographed Daria Werbowy and Naomi Campbell with full, frank pubic hair in a 2010 Love magazine spread, and they look assertive, real, even rebellious.
Even young porn stars are “bringing the ’80s back,” says Nina Hartley, a doyenne of the scene. Stoya, one of the highest-profile porn actresses of the moment, has also posed for the fashion photographer Steven Klein with grown-out pelvis and armpits. “I’ve had all sorts of pubic hair,” she says. “I’ve been completely bald, I’ve had my entire natural bush grown out, and I usually have an arrangement somewhere in between.” It’s worth noting that this look isn’t completely untamed, of course. Many women still attend to the sides and underneath. But there’s something refreshingly retro, delightfully expressive and confidently grown-up in getting back to nature. And Courbet’s “L’Origine du Monde”? It now resides at the Musée d’Orsay in Paris, where — judging by the sale of postcards — it is one of the most popular paintings of all.
Monday, December 9, 2013
PERSONAL/LOVE LETTER: MY LOVE
My love-
I have sipped the sweetness of your being.You have caressed my soul, and I have touched yours.We have frolicked together on the beaches of my imagination.I can never feel ordinary again.The day we met, was the day I found my dream.I devote every single part of me to you.I give you all my love, all my life.How I want to hold you in my arms while you are sleeping...Hear your every soundless breath...See the moon shine on your lovely face...Smell the sweetness of your hair...and touch your tender lips...I'll cherish every moment when I am with you..How deeply do I love you?From the deepest depths of my soul. Can I ever leave you? I could never let you go! Can I resist your warm embrace? Not in a million years...To breathe the air that you breathe,to walk where you have walked, to stop and rest where you rest,to be there by your side.To hold you by the hand,to whiff the aroma you dispel, to touch your softness and your warmth, is all in the world that I do dwell.To fill the void that my heart feels,to bridge the gap between us,to stretch across the miles,to see your lovely smiles To stroke your hair, to feel your lips,to be together, not passing ships, to caress your skin, to smell your smell,is all in the world that I do dwell. To ease this ache my heart incurs,to kiss across your smiling face,to leap the chasm between our souls,to draw you nearer to my whole.
I have sipped the sweetness of your being.You have caressed my soul, and I have touched yours.We have frolicked together on the beaches of my imagination.I can never feel ordinary again.The day we met, was the day I found my dream.I devote every single part of me to you.I give you all my love, all my life.How I want to hold you in my arms while you are sleeping...Hear your every soundless breath...See the moon shine on your lovely face...Smell the sweetness of your hair...and touch your tender lips...I'll cherish every moment when I am with you..How deeply do I love you?From the deepest depths of my soul. Can I ever leave you? I could never let you go! Can I resist your warm embrace? Not in a million years...To breathe the air that you breathe,to walk where you have walked, to stop and rest where you rest,to be there by your side.To hold you by the hand,to whiff the aroma you dispel, to touch your softness and your warmth, is all in the world that I do dwell.To fill the void that my heart feels,to bridge the gap between us,to stretch across the miles,to see your lovely smiles To stroke your hair, to feel your lips,to be together, not passing ships, to caress your skin, to smell your smell,is all in the world that I do dwell. To ease this ache my heart incurs,to kiss across your smiling face,to leap the chasm between our souls,to draw you nearer to my whole.
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