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When my Dad asked me this question, the one I now ask you, I thought for a while. After two days I came up with this:

I have friends who claim to be in love. I know half of all marriages end in divorce. Dad and I started talking about sexuality and love. We talk about this so I can be a better person. And yeah, sometimes the talks are embarrassing. I've gotten used to it. You see, I've recently become sexuality active and he wants to start me on his understanding of the love that my Dad had for my mother (she died). Now he has found love again. I am still learning.

Dad said sexuality was more about attraction to the feeling of LOVE than an aimed attraction to a particular gender. Dad said he fell in love with the emotion of love. He said the caring and tenderness he found in my mom is what finally put him on the alter. Actual sex was just a biological expression of their love for each other. Who they loved had little to do with my creation than how they loved and love today. Wow...did I write that?

I think ultimately love is about sacrificing our love for the greater needs of another spiritual soul. When you give, you receive. If two people are giving, ultimately God sees this as love and blesses it for of creation and the arrival of a new spirit on the earth. And that spirit, in turn, plays his/her part in our strive for humanity. Its the circle of life.

I am a sexual human, an infant in this lesson of love. Right now I am stuck in my Id, my own pleasures. But through this, I will discover that there is more to this thing called love.

That's enough for now. Now I'm going to masturbate. Its the safest form of love around. Its also the most selfish. Maybe soon I can find someone to give to.

It is through giving that we receive, I think.


This is my letter to my parents:

Dear Mum,

I realized something today. I realized that its love that comes easy. Sacrifice come hard. But love can be blind, misguided, foolish, insulting, selfish, and destructive at times. Love needs to be tempered by the head. If I let my reckless love just go on wild walkabout-free, it will do all its wants, and be as ideocentric as me.

It is with the mind that I teach my heart how to truly love. My Dad taught me that. My minister calls it agape love. Love is a thing shared by two, what you feel for me and I feel you, more precious when its shared, love is dangerous when its dared.

Love wanders and searches for the one, and plays just for fun, it allows you to hear love songs in remote, as you make sweet poems & quotes. Love makes the world go around. Love makes us happy if the one we love is finally found. Love turns the world upside down and cheers us on-never with a frown. To me love makes you cry and sometimes sacrifices and says goodbye. It has its own reason and time. Love can make someone you love “mine.”

Love makes a person kiss. Love makes people be missed. Love is experienced by almost all. Love conquers when you yourself falls. Love is sentient, mysterious and free. Love is for my Mummy, Daddy and me.

This poem is dedicated to both my mothers, and I guess Grans too.
Posted on 10/31/09, 01:10 am