February 15th, 2010

wink, laughter

Here's my apunctual valentines.

I'm starting to see why ye old biblical euphemism for sex is "knowing", or "knew", or whatever, you know what I mean. I'm also certain I'm wrong, but it's my head and I'll do with it what I like.

My perspective is thus: I've always thought it would be the absolute shit of if I could just get into people's heads and touch them like you would touch a lover's body, and feel that pulse of love and wanting, right? Don't get me wrong, sexual contact is an important part of anybody's life, it's just part of our lot as social mammals. I've always thought it wasn't enough. I went to go right past their body and let our minds mate. I think a lot of the mysticism of sex is kind of catching reflections of what imagine it would/ought to be like.

Don't worry: I'm not becoming an ascetic or something over here. I'm just talking some shit.

God I love the whole lot of you.