Keeping love real / February 28, 2010

Love is what is left when the passion has gone. Then comes commitment.


Powerful tug on my part. Never thought it would be like this hard. Falling in love has never been my forte, I’ve been there, hurt, messed-up and done that. It shook my whole sense and groping things back to normal ain’t that easy, honey!


Networking sites promoting friendship and mate plus sex has been the modality, not that am against it since it has been the diatonic scale of meeting people and having fun is one of the agenda and name of the game itself, newbie as I am never thought it would be this hard / easy / preemptive, confusing huh? Be in my shoe for a difference!

Yes, I am in favor of the norm but the way it is handled is not quite what I have in mind and appeals to me the least. But how does one keep love real? Got to test it a couple of times already and most of it ends up having sex, not that I am bad on it and I can guarantee money back but does creating relationships just a cliche, overrated and understated? Is the basis of a good relationship nowadays is how good you are in bed? Moaning? I am a hopeless romantic type so I don’t buy the idea of sex as the foundation of a lasting relationship.


Being queer gives you the edge of living the alternative lifestyle that they claim to be so fabulous and lavish yet it is not, as it condones and molests the mere idea of love into a spastic one-night affair.


So here’s the fact: if you decide to meet up with the person, you have two choices; to like and and dislike. If you detest the persons profile and assets, you get to lick and ditch plus move to the next palate. The other case, liking the behalf, you get to lick and keep. Fair? Am guessing not! What has the world gone into? Dick tasting fora?

I know am being judgmental here but can we still keep love real or they just happen on reel life? Or shall we conclude lust empowers the passion and emotions that we should conjure and savor.


My, my, my.

Einstein

Young.Adventurous.Funny.Slow.Talkative.Elusive.

Wish me the best of luck! Might want to toss a leprechaun coin while you’re at it! Thanks!

That’s my boy! Literally, a boy at eighteen, hopefully am not gonna be trafficking an underage. Well I guess not! Bad thing is that, he’s freakin’ straight and no plans of getting to the other side. I tried pushing but ain’t an easy task. I wish it can be that easy. Yes you can wish me luck but who knows. Seemingly not afraid to take risks and goes all out. Never afraid of anything. Jovial and humorous but has his own pretty little world, comes slowness as he engulfs his own brethren, I won’t comment further as it may trigger other stuff. He talks, talks and talks and talks. I respond. He talks, talks and talks and talks. I nod. He talks, talks and talks and talks. That’s the usual conversation but I guess we compliment each other, me being the audience and him being the showman, quite an odd pair, right?

The last part is the most dramatic I’ve been and have dealt with it eversince. Our relationship is the kind of thing that really doesn’t exist. We agreed to agree that it would be US but no commitment. Found it hard to accept but the latter got me thinking, I had a lot of relationship all of which were bound and tied with commitment and all that shenanigans, name it, been there and done that. But this setup, new as I’ve mentioned, quite catched me by surprise. Not expecting to come out from an 18-year old, toddler in terms of relationship thingamajig yet there it is, dawned and puzzled as I am, went for it. I’ll just think about it afterwards but right now, I am happy. And I guess that’s what matters most, right?

confessions of a paramour

 my boo, toto, revealed his love for me, and I am to him.

love really has it ways on us, you’ll never get charmed nor endowed. all restrictions and hesitations you have, will just perish, and what will matter is the sincere appreciation of what love has to offer. maybe the beattles were right after ” all you need is love”.