You must learn not to be so superficial as to judge me, my friend, if we are to remain friends and peers.
To my friend, Terese Bozdas.
Once I stood on the trembling ice
Of a mountain torrent in winter
Surrounded by granite boulders
And dared the wild waters to drown me.
I had lost my wife.
I had lost my home.
I had lost my hopes.
I had lost my dreams.
And I dared the wild ice
Beneath me to break.
It is curious how you can sometimes
Be so numb the desire to die
Is the only thing
That makes you feel alive.
It was only when you came to me
Some years later
Singing songs of friendship,
Singing songs of compassion,
That I felt at last
The rebirth, the renewal
I want to bark
& snarl & growl
Until the world
Clears a path for you.
(About a 7 minute read)
Guys, I apologize for a bossy post title, but I just could not resist the alliteration. A good phrase has so often been my undoing in life. Twice, for instance, I said, “Make it happen!”, at the worst possible moment.
“Make it happen” is one of my favorite phrases. I stole if from my younger brother. My bro is superb at making even seemingly impossible things happen. But twice, I’ve said it when I should have thought before I said it. “Do you, Paul, accept this woman as your lawfully wedded wife…”.
“Make it happen!”
“I’ll take that as an ‘I do’. You may now kiss the wench.”
(About a 6 minute read)
The first I noticed that Geri — our sales office secretary — might have a more than usually interesting sexuality was when she put Chicago’s “Daily Sex Tips Hotline” on every speakerphone in the office.
That’s to say, Geri went desk to desk, dialed the Hotline’s number into all of our phones one after the other, and punched the “speaker” button. The whole office was soon singing, “Men often do not play nearly enough with their partner’s breasts and nipples…”.
I was thinking tonight what if I happened to be fondling your butt and we were lovers, but not really friends. Would I be fondling your butt any differently than if we were friends?
And I think, yeah, I think I would be. I think — if we were not friends — I would be fondling your butt mostly for my own sake. But if we were indeed friends, then I’d be fondling your butt for both our sakes. I would want us both to win.
Just a reflection I had tonight after overhearing someone yesterday at my corner coffee shop tell her girlfriend that she didn’t want to date some guy because he was her friend — and she didn’t want to risk losing him as a friend.
Hah! Wish I could fondle her butt! I’d show her the error of her ways!
(Inexplicably, she declined my offer of participating in a scientific experiment to test her hypothesis about sex and friendship. Even went so far as to call me “a dirty old man”! Me! The twenty-somethings these days! Not at all as friendly as we were back in my day. She wouldn’t even tell me her name. There are no sensible people left! It’s all cold, aloof wackos out there now! Nutjobs and wackos!)
All the best,
EXECUTIVE SUMMARY: Paul offers his take on the morality of putting people to narrow uses, such as only being interesting in someone for sex, or only for their entertainment value.
THE CRITICS GO NUCLEAR! “Once again, Paul Sunstone has taken it upon himself to discuss morality. Hence, once again he has taken it upon himself to load a high calibre rifle with a shotgun shell. Typical Sunstone, he is oblivious to the fact the shell didn’t fit, and he is just as oblivious to the fact his notion of morality does not fit the moral requirements nor standards of human nature. Sunstone is proposing a moral code for bacteria.” — Gus “Gunning Gus” Johnson, The Blog Critic’s Column, “Leper’s Gulch Gazette”, Leper’s Gulch, Colorado, USA.