Sunday, June 29, 2014

The glow of know

Two years.  My how they fly.  I have memory that 2012 was not a pinnacle year for me.  There were a lot of good things.  A lot of theatre that year.  I met new people.  Made new friends.  I don't spend a lot of time dwelling on the negative things, but sometimes they creep in.  Especially when some of those things are relatively life changing events.

Two years.  My how they fly.  It's been two years now since I came to the end of my last relationship.  July will also see the 8th anniversary of my divorce.  Eight years since I was married.  Two years since I've been in a relationship.

And the big wheels really do keep on turnin.

I grew up in a moderately conservative religion.  I didn't go through horror stories like I hear about the more rigid dogmas.  Still though.  I was taught from a very young age, to follow the straight and narrow.  I have long since discovered that I much prefer the wide and bendy...but that took a while.

There were rules.  Lots of em.  There were constant reminders of the rules.  Weekly church service.  Youth groups.  Conferences.  Camps.  All designed to instill in us a sense of obedience.  God's blessings upon us for righteous living...and all that glorious jazz.

I was by no means a model citizen of following these rules, but for the most part I gave it a shot.  I went through the mormon process of sin/repentence/forgiveness.  Many times.  I know the routine.  Still, all these decades later I know the routine.  I remember meeting with upper clergy.  Specifically, my many different Bishops, who had the fortunate honor of listening to all my sins in confession.  Got to a point where it was more of a friendly chat, than any type of shaming process.

Ulitmately I think the problem is, even from a young age, I've never really connected to that guilt thing.  Shame has never had much of an effect on me.  Ever.  If you can't guilt or shame a young man into righteousness, there's probably not much hope for him.  These are, after all, the prefered methods of instruction.

So I did go throught the motions.  I walked the walk.  I very much talked the talk.  Oh sweet baby jesus do I know the vernacular.  I could still over a decade and a half, stand at the pulpit, and say the right words that would bring tears to the eyes of all the moms in the audience.  It's called acting.  Follow a script.  Present the emotions.  Take a bow.

I just...

I just...

I just really need to keep my acting honest.
My life honest.
Even my lies need to be honest.
And they are.
For the most part.

There is nothing honest, nothing, about me pretending to hold to any religion.
When I finally embraced this honesty, there was no looking back.
I was much too old to go through the experimental stage that happened next.

I should have done all this shit in my teens.  Maybe the first couple years in college.  However, I was still abiding to religious conscript at those ages, so...

I guess I'm a late bloomer, as they say.  Oh well.  Could be worse.  I could have never had that stage at all.

So all my rules vanished in a flash of light and new found freedom.

I did all the things.
I dumped so many chemicals into my body.
and the goddamn nicotine.
Of all the shit I put into my body.
For all the good times and bad...
For all the yes's I was taught to say no to...
It was the goddamn nicotine that got me.
It's a gripper...that's fer damn sure.

If not for the nicotine, I could say I entirely cleaned up.  I haven't really done any of that for years now.  And here's the kicker.  The thing they never tell you in the D.A.R.E. classes.  All that drug education...

I don't regret a single second of it.
I don't miss it...
But my god I had good times.
I done seen some shit.
I've taken the magical mystery tour.
And it was magical.
And there was mystery.

And there isn't a single thing that I've given an absolute no to.  I just don't really have much interest or inclination for much of it anymore.

And I didn't need rehab.  I didn't have to "get clean".  I didn't need counciling.  I didn't go through with withdrawals or cravings for any of it.  (Nicotine being the exception, but that's a whole nother story((yes I said whole nother.  Deal with it.))

And I did all the sex.  Until the divorce, in my entire life, I'd only had sex with one girl.  Oh sure, there was some mischevious fooling around with a girl here or there in my high school years.  Mostly just exploratory, and discovery stuff that I'm sure everyone goes through.  You know...the really really fun stuff when you're that age, and have no idea what the fuck the opposite gender is actually made of.
My wife was my first.
That was one of the church rules I actually kept.
I'm am SO fucking pissed that I did.
I truly believe this is a pretty harmful rule, and should be broken by every person.  Always.  No one should ever have to bear with the thought that they'll only be with "one special person" their entire life.
What a waste.

And I carried that anger with me after the divorce.  Having only really experienced sexual activity with one other person, I went out into the world in my early thirties entirely unequipped to handle life as a single sexually active adult.  I really only knew how one other body responded to my body.  How we reacted together.  I took an incredibly limited experience into the big bad world of  Las Vegas nightlife.

And I did all the things.
And I tried all the flavors.
I discovered fetishes.
And toys.
And clubs.
And groups.
And websites.
I bought a one way ticket on the magical mystery tour.
And it was magical.
And there was mystery.
Dear sweet baby jesus there was mystery.

And the only mystery I solved, is that each one of you is different.  Every fucking one of you is so fucking different. You are each one of you, your own beautiful mystery. And that is my favorite mystery of them all.  And my greatest wish is that in the end, it really is curiosity that kills this cat.

The other thing I learned, is that I don't really have the inclination or interest in much of that.  Having had my adventure, what I discovered about myself is that I'm not really as fond of that particular lifestyle as I thought I might be.  It seemed pretty cool from the outside looking in, but the vapid meaninglessness of it all, come to find out, holds pretty much zero appeal to me.

So I'm in a bit of a pickle.  A conundrum of sorts.  A middle ground.  A grey area.  A neutral zone.  A come to find out nearly mythical, and non existant place of no desire for a committed monogomous relationship, and a severe distaste for meaningless.

A delicate balance of it's gotta mean something...but by god it can't mean too much.

So I went from a childhood ruled by rules.  Into adulthood with a long list of them.
I let go of my religion, and with it all the rules it contained.

I know it's pretty cliche, but that's exactly what happened.  One extreme to the other.  Oh well.  I've been called out for being a cliche before.  I probably will be again.  Hell...I've got starving artist nailed.

And I descended into lawlessness, and discovered that didn't work well for me either.  It seems appealing in theory, but come to find out, it's not nearly all it's cracked up to be.  So I discovered that perhaps rules weren't such a bad thing after all, and perhaps I should adopt some.

So I did.
My own personal guide to better living.  I was pretty good with them for a while.  And I'd live my life and as the need arose, I'd apply some new rule. New boundary.  New way to give my life some sort of focus.

Then I noticed a funny thing start to happen.  Sometimes, almost as soon as I gave myself this new rule, occasion would come along to break it.  I would.  I'd break that fucker with great gusto.

Eventually I ruled it down to one, it's the one I haven't broken yet.
It's the one rule that I never will.  As long as it is in my power, I will not.

Just don't hurt people.

That's it.  That's the one rule that rings them all.

Everything else in my crazy little fiction that I call my life, is pretty much fair game.

I do have...I dunno...thoughts.  Ideas.  Ways I prefer to go, over other ways.  Preferences.

Two years.  My how they fly.  Two years ago my last relationship ended.  I have been "single" ever since.  I stated at the time that I would remain so.

A put it out there almost a rule.  That was my rule.  I would live the remainder of my life as a bachelor.

Well, I realize now that it doesn't really fit into the whole don't hurt people I can't call it a rule.

I can still call it a preference.  And I will.  I still see no reason to attach myself to another person.  I still don't crave it.

Except I do.

But I don't.

I know.  I am full of contradiction.

See cause here's the thing.  Life is too goddamn short.  Too goddamn precious.  Too goddamn amazing to put restrictions on.

I understand now, through my own experience that restrictions may be a good thing here and there.  Some people do need to be governed.  Some more than others.

But by god, break the rules.

Not all of my experiences have been good ones, but holy fuck do I have some stories to tell.  I know things about myself now, that I would never have known, if I would have allowed my fear.

If I had stuck to my lessons.
If I had stuck to the straight and narrow.
If I had said no to all the things I was taught to say no to.

I know me.
I know now the things to say yes and no to...not because someone else told me those things...but because I was either smart, or stupid enough to find out for myself.

And now I know, I know more than I know anything else, that I live in a world of beautiful possibility.
There are more things in heaven and earth and all that jazz.
I know the thrill of discovery.
I know the power of yes.

I don't know where all my yesses are.  I'm still looking for most of them.  In my own way.  In my own very slow fashion.  I don't even know if all of my yesses even exist outside of fiction.

I hope that my yesses are found in love.  Most of them have been.  Sometimes you gotta swim through a lot of shit, to find the love tree...but when you do...all that shit was not only worth it, but in retrospect, rather forgettable.

It is really really easy to brush off, clean up, throw on the snazzy jacket, light up a smoke, and smile through every painful memory, when you're eating the love apple.

And it's all apples.

My god it's so easy.
To love.
To love you.
To love every single scar.
And every heartbreak.
And every supposed enemy.
And every painful morning.
And every tearful night.
And all the mountians of thorns, and rocks.
To love Every Single Goddamn breath we get to take.

Because that's the price of life.  That is the cost of being human.  And being human is pretty much tops.

I would take every wound I've ever had, every pain I've ever conceived. Multiplied infinitum.
I would pay the price a thousand thousand times, and an thousand times again.
I don't give a fuck...

Because in the end, we will be old.
We will have stories to tell.
And I will die with a smile that I've been a part of those stories.

And I will take my final breath, with a heart full of gratitude, that you have been a part of mine.

Every broken rule, has brought me here.
And here
right here.
right now...

is pretty fucking amazing.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Around the bush

Facebook has been pissing me off lately.  Twitter too.  Tumblr.  All social media really.  Digital burnout perhaps.  I think we all go through this at some point.  We step back.  Slow down.  It used to be when I'd go through this, I'd make a big show of saying I was going to disappear from whatever site.  I'd leave.  I'd brush it off for a week, or two.  Then when the shitstorm in my mind had calmed a bit, I'd come back.

I don't do that anymore.  I don't make a production of leaving.  I'm not doing that now either.  I'm not going anywhere.  I'll take it all at my own pace.  Like we all do.  Like we all should.  I'm not making any judgements.  I'm not qualifying in any way all the things wrong, or right with social media.  In the end, it simply is what it is.

Also, it's really nobody specific.  In's nobody.  No person, or friend, or friend of a friend, or any person has set me off.  It's hard to explain.  Difficult to put my finger on...but I'll try.

Did you know you have opinions?  I bet you did.  I bet you're pretty aware of your opinions.  You know how you feel about most things.  And that's good.  It's nice.  Did you also know that it's very likely that other people have opinions that are in fact, in direct opposition of your own?  It's true.  They do.  People think differently than other people.  This fact all by itself makes niether you, nor the other person a moron, or an idiot, or a racist, or a bigot, or a fool.  Just someone who thinks differently from someone else.

It's also become nearly painfully apparent that no matter what your opinion is...absolutely no matter what.  No matter how bizarre, how mainstream, how on course or off...there is some article somewhere written by someone that contains quotes by other people who did studies at some University, conducted by people with W.A.S.P.y sounding names, that will one hundred percent validate your opinion.  That article exists, and it will be shared.

It's also true that no matter what your opinion, the exact same article exists that contradicts it.  It was written by different people, quoting other people, and studies conducted at some University by people with W.A.S.P.y sounding names.

There is always always always something out there that will validate the way you feel about something.  And there is the same something out there that validates the opinion held by someone else that is the exact contradiction of what you think.

Want to vaccinate you kids? are 3 articles, 5 studies, and 17 blogs on why you should.
Don't want to vaccinate your kids? are 4 articles, 9 studies and 32 blogs on why you shouldn't.
Public school?
Home school?
Climate change?
Fuck guns?

And it doesn't matter.  The topic.  It doesn't matter at all.  However you feel, I'm sure you can tell me why I'm wrong for not feeling the same way.  I've no doubt you can forward me the link to any one of a thousand sites that will absolutely validate that feeling.


My favorite are the articles I find on Facebook, telling my why I should get off Facebook.

I honest to god read two articles, just this evening, one directly after the other.  The first being about how we are all by nature of our human creativity...beautiful.  The next article was, I shit you not, how we are NOT all beautiful, and we need to stop using that word.
I read one article discussing all the problems of slut shaming.
The exact same "news" site, the very next link was a worst dressed of the week list describing in detail how whorish these outfits made these celebrities look.

Every single day.  Every. Single. Day.  Another republican says something stupid.  Every futhermucking day.  And every day I get to read what they said.  Then I get to read an article about what they said.  Then I get to read a meme about what they said.  Then I get to read what Bill Maher, or John Stewart said about what they said.  Then I get to read the Huff Post article about not only this stupid thing they said today, but the stupid thing they said six years ago that contradicts the stupid thing they said today, and how this must be the stupidest person to ever say a stupid thing in front of his stupid constituency.

I get it.  Republicans say stupid things.

I belong to a couple of Atheist groups.  At least they call themselves Atheist groups...but really they're just we used to be Mormon, but now we really fucking hate the Mormon church groups.  There is rarely a discussion of honest thought about how to better pursue a life without god or religion.  There is a TON of discussion on all of the things the Mormon church does, that they now want to bitch about.

I'm doing everything wrong.
I'm cutting cake wrong.
I'm shitting wrong.
I'm breathing wrong.
I'm sitting at my desk wrong.
I sleep in the wrong position.
I eat the wrong food.
I drink the wrong water.
I'm standing wrong.
I'm going to the wrong movies.
I'm reading the wrong books.
I'm listening to the wrong music.
I'm using the wrong words when I talk to women.
I'm using the wrong words when I talk to men.
I'm using the wrong words when I talk to my boss.
I'm raising my children wrong.
I'm wearing the wrong colors.
I'm using the wrong sunscreen.
I'm using the wrong apps.
I'm keeping my phone in the wrong pocket.

But it's okay.
With these life hacks..
With just ten minutes a day...
With this method of decluttering...
With these 6 simple steps...
With this one new app...
With my signature on this petition...
4 easy exercises I can do at home...
7 ways to pick up anybody...
This is how you get out of the friendzone...

And nobody talks about themselves anymore.  They simply link an article that reflects the opinion they have about something.

And it all becomes so much.  So many words.  So much contradiction, and lies, and just...words words words.

And I realize that none of these articles are actually articles.  Even the news, is really just an advertisement.  Start off by telling my how much my life sucks, and how doing things your way will make my life suck less.  Everybody wants the same thing.  In exactly opposite ways, everybody wants conformity.  Everybody wants everybody to do things the way they thing things should be done...and here's how.  And if you disagree, you're a fucking moron and should just shut up.

And I bubble and boil.  Toil, trouble, all that witchy brew.
And it builds.
And it festers.
And each new stupid thing grows inside me.  A fetus of anger in the womb of frustration.
And I become pregnant with vitriol.
And I become impatient.  I want to scream.  I want to rage at all of craptastic that it has all become.
I feel it in me.  Burning from the bottom up.  I want to throw things, and break things.  I want to punch brick walls.  I want to yell into the void, and ache for silence.  I feel the desparate need to somehow get all of that out, else I'll explode.
And so here goes.
I will let it go now...the best way I know how.

I love you.
I don't care what article or opinion, no matter how well intentioned, tells me I shouldn't use the word beautiful.

You are.


I love you.
I don't care how many articles have been written about how many things you my be doing wrong.

You're not.
doing it wrong.
You're not.

You're doing it exactly right.

I know sometimes you hurt.
I know there are nights of pain.
And lonliness.
And questions without answers.

I know sometimes you're angry.  You've been hurt.
I know sometimes you fuck up.

I know I fuck up.
I make bad decisions.
Sometimes on purpose.
I say stupid.
I do stupid.
I miss opportunities.
I choose...poorly.

I'm still doing it right.
Because I'm doing it me.
And fuck anyone who says otherwise.
I can only do it me.
And you can only do it you.
Correct, or incorrect.
Smart or not so smart.
Informed, or not...

You are doing it exactly right.
If you want to do it differently...then do it differently...

It's still right.
And you're still beautiful.
And I still love you.

All of the things about you.  The opinions you have that I share...and the opinions you have that I completely disagree with...

None of that matters.

I am simply me...
and you are simply you...
and you are simply the most perfect you.
And I love that about you...
because I love you.

Your existence, has added value to mine.
I can't possibly NOT love you.

And so I do.
And so I shall.

Thursday, June 5, 2014

How to quit smoking and the people who love them

I must look like a moron at work.

A few years ago I decided to quit smoking.  I was successful for two weeks before I quit quitting.  I knew I was going to quit.  I made a whole ceremony of it.  I planned my last pack.  I assigned each cigarette its own little meaning.  I made a kind of personal production of the whole ordeal.  I had my last cigarette at a predetermined time, and marked each breath of it.  Then I put out that last one, and gave up forever.  For two weeks.  That two weeks had a lot of ups and downs.

You see, smoking is a romance.  It's a love affair.

It doesn't matter how gross, or disgusting other people find it.  Only those who do, or have done it, can truly understand all the wonderful things about smoking.  And there are many wonderful things.  It feels good.  It's zen.  It's a great excuse for so many things.

Nobody ever talks about the good things.  In fact, we are so incredibly focused on every single negative aspect that it's impossible to talk about the good things.  Well, I'm here to say there are good things.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm not promoting it.  In fact...

Well in fact...

So a few days ago I was walking home from work, and pulled out the last cigarette from my pack.  I was marking in my mind that I'd need to stop by the smoke shop on my way home, and pick up a new pack.  And then I though...Nah.

I started smoking in April of 2004.  It is now 2014.  Ten years.  Ten full years I've been a smoker.  I'm 40 now.  Which means a full 25 percent of my life has been spent as a smoker.  It's been said that if you don't start smoking by the time you're 25 years old, you probably never will.  I stand as an exception to that rule.  Of course I've also dedicated much of my life to defying rules, so this comes as no real surprise.

A full quarter of my life spent smoking cigarettes.

So I said nah.

That was it.  There was no ceremony.  There was no marking at any moment that I was going to quit.  That this would be my last cigarette.  I just...threw it away, and went home without stopping at the smoke shop for a new pack.

That was June 3, 5:15 p.m.

Two days.  Just two days.  Last time I made it two weeks before I collapsed and returned to the love affair.  As of writitng this I'm only two days in.  Nowhere near long enough to claim success.  Not even remotely.

I'm not going to say I'm quitting.  "Quitting" is not a real verb.  It isn't.  You have either quit, or will quit, but you can't be quitting.  "Quitting", in reality is still just doing.  I will not say I've quit until I've passed the point of drinking the cocktail that is a constant state of pure panic, desire, and will power all fighting each other.  I'm just starting that nowhere near past it.

One thing that is different this time is the vape.  I've got the liquid vaporizor.  I'm able to constantly infuse myself with nicotine.  Which is much much much different than cigarettes, which is at the moment what I'm attempting to give up.

It helps.  It does.

But it's not the same.  Sucking on a vape when you want a cigarette is much like being incredibly hungry, and being offered one M&M.

I'm currently purchasing the highest nicotine level juice.  Once I get past the need for an actual cigarette, I'll start tapering the nicotine as well. know...who knows.  Maybe I'll quit quitting again, and be back with a cigarette in my mouth between the time I write all this, and the time you read it.

Another thing is I did eventually buy another pack.  See, my vape runs on a battery, that I pretty much kill by 6 p.m.  It has to sit on it's charger for a few hours to become usable again.  I have pretty specific plans for that pack, and so far have followed those rules to the letter.  I don't carry it with me.  The cigarettes stay in my bedroom.  I keep them, no longer in my pocket, but on the nightstand by my bed.  I will only allow myself on per hour, for as long as it takes for my vape to recharge.  And then once it is usable again, I won't have a cigarette.

Next payday, I'll buy a second vape, so that I'll always have one charged at any given time.  At that point the plan is to not buy anymore cigarettes at all.

That's the plan.

I've been keeping to  it so far.
But then again, I'm just starting.

My vape won't actually activate unless I press a button.  Most of what I do at work every day requires the use of two hands.  So most of my day, I'm just standing there, doing whatever it is I'm being paid to do in the moment, with my vape just sort of hanging out of my mouth.

I must look like a moron at work.

So yeah...I haven't quit.  I'm not quitting.  I've simply implemented a plan to eventually be "have quit".

One of the problems is immediate motivation.  I know every long term reason in the world why this is a good idea.  I know every single health benefit.  I know exactly how much I'll save every year by not buying cigarettes.  I know how long it will take for CO2 levels to return to normal.  I've researched and read all the changes that will happen.  All of the benefits.  Every reason to quit smoking.  I know them as well or better than any person who attempts to tell me why I should quit.  None of this is new information.  And for the record, I look forward to every single one of them.

The problem is, when my body is shaking, when I'm coughing up crap out of my lungs, when I literally can't form a cohesive thought in my head.  When every single noise, and person around me becomes nothing less than the world's greatest annoyance.  When my head aches.  My muscles hurt.  My lungs are screaming, My hands are shaking, and knowing...knowing absolutely that I can stop all of that in less than a minute with nothing more than the flick of a lighter...well...

None of that long term shit means much at all.  With absolutely no reason in the world to go through all of that, other than some idealized fantasy of what life might be like some months, or maybe even years down the road, it's all but impossible to not light up.

Oh well.  I've no one to blame but myself.  I am at fault for all the shit I go through, and ergo do not seek sympathy or condolence.  Motivation to continue, or not...I seem to be far...

And the funny thing is, it just sort of came out of nowhere.  I didn't decide to do it.  I didn't plan to do it.  Just like I didn't decide or plan to start.  I'm just...doing it.  We'll see where it all goes I guess.

Another horrible side effect of the whole nicotine deficiency thing.  It becomes incredibly hard to...

Thinking is like...I dunno...probably like my third favorite thing to do.  A lack of nicotine makes this nearly impossible.  It doesn't shut down my brain.  In fact nearly the opposite.  Synapses in my spongy mass are firing at an incredible rate, but it's impossible to make sense of any of it.  I can't focus on any particular thing.  I'm super ADD, and it's annoying as fuck.

I'm the type of person that almost never forms an immediate opinion about anything.  I simply observe, and gather all available information, and file it in my brain for further examination later.  I take all sides of any argument, put it away somewhere, and look at it later, from all sides, and go from there.  This is a long process.  I'm currently unable to do that, because my brain is sort of taking every piece of information up there, and throwing it at me all at once.  There is a hurricane in my mind, and I'm trying to pick very small, very specific pieces from the flying debris.  So forgive me the stream of consciousness.  You can stop reading at any time if you'd like.  I won't be offended.  You can't possibly, ever, offend me.  For the past few weeks, I've had a LOT on my mind, and now in the midst of nicotine deprivation, it's all regurgitating at an incredible rate. It's chaos up in here.

The Tao Te Ching is the only book I've ever read, that I didn't have to adopt any of the philosophies, because it was already what I had internalized as my own.  I had no clue that this 3000 year old book of philosophy had encapsulated all of my own philosphies that I had made my own simply through the experience of my own life.

Sometime in the 1960's, a bunch of acid dropping hippies combined the Tao Te Ching with Greek mythology, and a world history of Conspiracy theories into a fake religion, and called it discordiansism.  Here is their bible.

  Principia Discordia

Read it.  Or don't.  It's pretty damn funny.

Discordiansim is a fake religion, much like FSM.  A response to religion, by atheists, in an attempt to confront ideas of religion in a satirical way.  It's been around for a few decades now.  Pre dating FSM by about 40 years.  Now I'm kinda like the flipside of the religious nut.  Always thinking about FSM, "My fake religion is better than your fake religion."

Good times.

One idea posited by discordianism (among many) is that true communication is only possible between equals.

I adhere to this.  I will communicate with everyone I know, with complete honesty, as long as I deem that the other person veiws our relationship as equal.  I hold myself on no intellectual, spiritual, or moral level higher, or lower than anyone else.  As long as I am dealt with in like manner, we are in fact equal, and I will always communicate honestly.  If I deem that the other person is making any attempt to make our relationship unequal by placing themselves on some higher ground, intellectually, spiritually, or morally...then my dishonest communication will begin with great delight.

I also delight in honesty.  And I guess I am about to get goddamn honest.

I've been reading for the past couple weeks how men sexualizing women is wrong.  I'm here to it isn't.

Now before you tag me MRA, get pissed, call me misogynist bastard, or whatever...bear with me.

If you're female, and I've met you, I have imagined you naked.  I have run through all sorts of various and sundry act of debauchery with you in my imagination.  I've thought about it.  I pictured it.  And I did it all somewhere between "Hello" and "Nice to meet you."

In that amount of time I have taken note of how low your neckline is.  Every curve of your body. I know exactly how much skin you're showing, and where you're showing it.  I know if you're wearing a ring.  I've noticed how you're wearing your hair.  I know what you smell like.  I can estimate with a relative degree of accuracy your bra size, and depending on what you're wearing, what color it is. I know how tall you are.  The shape of your eyes.  The shape of your mouth.  Your face.  I've noticed your hands.  Your neck.  The whole of you from top to bottom.  I've done this in about 3 seconds.

I am not any type of Sherlock Holmes.  I also don't in any way pretend to speak for the whole of my half of the species.  I also don't believe for one second that I'm an anomoly.  I'm a guy.  That's it.  This is all information that I process at a glance, and in a moment.  I do this because I am biologically programmed to do this.

And although I'll never pretend to know or understand the female mind, I would be willing to bet that if you are female, you do much the same with a great many people that you interact with daily.  And probably at such a lower level of consciousness that it goes for a large part...unnoticed.  Much like it goes unnoticed with me when I do it.  It's automatic.

If we didn't sexualize each other, we would no longer exist as a species.  Sex is at our core.  It is what we do.


Sexualizing one another, in and of itself is not at all wrong.

There are however, many things wrong with what happens next.

It is wrong, for all men, or women, to believe that someone is obligated to give sex.  Ever.  For any reason.

It is wrong to feel that you deserve sex.
It is wrong to feel that someone owes you something.
It is wrong to take...EVER...something that isn't offered.
It is wrong to believe that simiply because you have experienced a fantasy, a thought, or a feeling, that you have some any make that a reality.
It is wrong to force your ideas on someone else.
It is wrong to expect.
It is wrong to take.

I think ultimately the greatest wrong is to not honestly communicate.  Which is why I make this attempt honestly communicate...because that I think is what we're lacking more than anything.  Honest communication.

Instead of teaching a person how to handle their own thoughts, fantasies, and biological programming and urges.  We simply teach them that those things are "wrong".

We're not teaching how to be human, we're simply teaching shame for being such.

Anyone who knows me, knows already that I can't be shamed, I will not shame, and I have a HUGE problem with all forms of shame in general.  I've climbed up on that soapbox so many times, it seems almost tedious to do so again.

Fuck anyone who would shame you for your body.
Fuck anyone who would shame you for what you do with it.
Fuck anyone wou would shame you for your feelings.
Fuck anyone who would make you feel, in anyway bad, for not being, living, thinking, acting, eating, doing, or in anyway behaving in any type of manner, that they for some reason have taken upon themselves to disapprove of.
Fuck them all.

I personally only have one rule for life.  One.  Just one.

Do not, with intent, initiate harm on another human being.

I use the words intent, and initiate, very specifically.

I also think that harm.  I won't do it.  I'll defy it wherever I see it.

*Steps down from soapbox*

I know that I've been on top of a pretty hot topic here.  I also feel that I've communicated poorly.  Or...insufficiently.  So here's the thing...
If you agree...
If you disagree...
If you adamantly disagree...
If you hate me for what I've written...
Or love me...
Or whatever...
I don't care.  I mean, I do...but I don't, in that in and of itself where you stand, or how you feel on the issue is less important to me, than your willingness to do as I have done.  Or attempted to do.

Let's take the shame out of it.

Let us engage, without fear, in honest discourse.  As equals.  Let's communicate.  Instead of pointing out all the things that are wrong...

let us together...

Discover what's right.