Mar 18, 2023·edited Mar 18, 2023Liked by Alicia Kenworthy
What a complete douche! That’s horrible and I am so sorry you held the damage. The current beau is better. He cooked your Thanksgiving cuisine and knows the difference between a sanitation risk and you. Maybe he will gift a stylish vanity set to help prevent transferring bacteria or viruses. (Hint, hint to M) The body is a temple. A dear aunt once told me of all the things you get in life, you only get one set of teeth.
Romance with an expiration date is a farce to me. It may be why I don’t date, and view through gut instinct. I’ve learned my desire given becomes regenerative, and that is a rare match to make. So I be who I am! A gay lion tamer has better odds than myself, as proven.
The seek for love and compatibility served enough lessons through my own experience. Perhaps it is why I have become so skilled at dodging or breaking off the shaft from the arrows or Eros. I have my own set of gray-area mismatches causing wonder in the why at all, though I’ve grown wiser. I’ve learned my deal breakers and the dangers of settling. You, my dear, seem to be doing better with the present tense, so cheers to that.
I must admit, I had my own frying pan to remove from the stove, actually the chaos was more of crawfish boiler intensity. By the time I reached NYC in my mid 20s, I formed an unwavering poker face. What I’ve also learned is regardless of whatever mask I pull, certain arrows can still get through and confronting that which does not degenerate underneath can feel no different than the initial pierce. My stomach spins, opening up a whole other why at all. Signing off, cause this is starting to sound like the journaling I have lined up before my next post. (Watch this become my intro!)
A big hug to you, and if we are ever in the same place and you see that guy, let me know. I no reservations about kneeing him in the groin if you do so desire, or how about a tooth. Cheers, love!
Didn't I tell all of you reading this essay by Alicia when I introduced Scenes From a Marriage in my last post on this site that Alicia is an expert on romance and lingerie? And here she is: No lingerie but lots about toothbrushes and the everydayness of commitment. Gotta love this writer! PS: I still think marriage and long term friendship hold us as we get older. xo xo xo
A lovely essay, which reminds me of a girl I was totally besotted with, and who I fantasised about having a long-term relationship with. I asked her to join me for a meal with another couple, and her behaviour was so odd that it was just embarrassing. A sure case of the reality belying the fantasy.
Love this -- full of pithy and funny moments. I'm thinking about that subtitle: "the inner lives we project onto others." One might say that if the relationship is a fantasy, then it's not actually intimate. In that I would respectfully disagree with Ali. This reminds me of a longstanding debate between me and my friends during our college years about whether crushes had anything to do with love. Is the fantasy just Puck's fairy dust -- a spell that wears off -- compared to the more enduring love the blooms between friends? I suppose my view is less binary after nearly twelve years of marriage. I still hold that love is different from fantasy. But even a committed relationship needs a touch of that magic now and again. Thanks for contributing!
This cracks me up. Chapeau.
What a complete douche! That’s horrible and I am so sorry you held the damage. The current beau is better. He cooked your Thanksgiving cuisine and knows the difference between a sanitation risk and you. Maybe he will gift a stylish vanity set to help prevent transferring bacteria or viruses. (Hint, hint to M) The body is a temple. A dear aunt once told me of all the things you get in life, you only get one set of teeth.
Romance with an expiration date is a farce to me. It may be why I don’t date, and view through gut instinct. I’ve learned my desire given becomes regenerative, and that is a rare match to make. So I be who I am! A gay lion tamer has better odds than myself, as proven.
The seek for love and compatibility served enough lessons through my own experience. Perhaps it is why I have become so skilled at dodging or breaking off the shaft from the arrows or Eros. I have my own set of gray-area mismatches causing wonder in the why at all, though I’ve grown wiser. I’ve learned my deal breakers and the dangers of settling. You, my dear, seem to be doing better with the present tense, so cheers to that.
I must admit, I had my own frying pan to remove from the stove, actually the chaos was more of crawfish boiler intensity. By the time I reached NYC in my mid 20s, I formed an unwavering poker face. What I’ve also learned is regardless of whatever mask I pull, certain arrows can still get through and confronting that which does not degenerate underneath can feel no different than the initial pierce. My stomach spins, opening up a whole other why at all. Signing off, cause this is starting to sound like the journaling I have lined up before my next post. (Watch this become my intro!)
A big hug to you, and if we are ever in the same place and you see that guy, let me know. I no reservations about kneeing him in the groin if you do so desire, or how about a tooth. Cheers, love!
“In my 20s, I used to write at a French wine bar in San Francisco by candlelight.”
I love this. So romantic. Brings back so many memories for me of writing in many cities, San Francisco included, circa 2008-2010.
Didn't I tell all of you reading this essay by Alicia when I introduced Scenes From a Marriage in my last post on this site that Alicia is an expert on romance and lingerie? And here she is: No lingerie but lots about toothbrushes and the everydayness of commitment. Gotta love this writer! PS: I still think marriage and long term friendship hold us as we get older. xo xo xo
Lovely
A lovely essay, which reminds me of a girl I was totally besotted with, and who I fantasised about having a long-term relationship with. I asked her to join me for a meal with another couple, and her behaviour was so odd that it was just embarrassing. A sure case of the reality belying the fantasy.
Loved this decidedly different kind of post from Inner Life. It worked!
Love this -- full of pithy and funny moments. I'm thinking about that subtitle: "the inner lives we project onto others." One might say that if the relationship is a fantasy, then it's not actually intimate. In that I would respectfully disagree with Ali. This reminds me of a longstanding debate between me and my friends during our college years about whether crushes had anything to do with love. Is the fantasy just Puck's fairy dust -- a spell that wears off -- compared to the more enduring love the blooms between friends? I suppose my view is less binary after nearly twelve years of marriage. I still hold that love is different from fantasy. But even a committed relationship needs a touch of that magic now and again. Thanks for contributing!