A: (Ang leaned back in her chair, that
thoughtful look covering her face while she pretended to shoot pencil darts at
the ceiling) Love or lust...should lust triumph over love?
Z: (He watched her movements, couldn't quite
interpret them, but considered she might be looking at the crack he had been
meaning to fix, but what was with the hand movement... After a moment he found
his response) Let's research. I am a fan of lust you know?
A: (She snapped foreword in her chair and eyed
him with acute clarity of, oh-I-got-this-answer) You are a fan of any naked gal
with a smile or without one.
Z: Natter me this Batchick... Fair is fair... I
love love. (He did an air-hug and kissed
the vacuous area within his arms... Zi was Zi)
Listen to this. Bertrand Russell
wrote, “Civilized people cannot fully satisfy their sexual instinct without
love.”
A: He must be a well-evolved male.
Z: Here's another point... that highlights the
chasm between love and lust. “In our minds, love and lust are really
separated. It's hard to find someone that can be kind and you can trust enough
to leave your kids with, and isn't afraid to throw her man up against the wall
and lick him from head to toe.” - Tori
Amos. I guess Tori likes her lollypops
like you! (He really did mean candy when
it came to Ang. She was a candyholic
after all)
A: (She stuck out her tongue in non-verbal
chastisement, but then wondered if she somehow made his point and quickly hid
her lollipop. Then she twirled in her
chair several times before reacting, the movement helped her ponder... or
barf... she was hoping for the former) I don't think they are mutually
exclusive. But I have had many people
share with me that they can be more lustful when they cheat. Now, that whole concept is a topic for
another blog, but let's just go with this for now.
Z: (Not about to be niggling his answer was
prompt, thought out, poised on his lips just waiting for the opening) The
freedom you elude to is a freedom of not being judged within the provincial
construct of a traditional marriage. I
can see that lust can be a component of cheating. I can also see love... but both... wow,
that's a thorny bush to crawl through.
A: Probably.
(The word came out slowly as if choosing each syllable with discernment
and thinking through each phrase in total contrast to his succinct,
sharp-minded concepts) Your hubby spanks
you, romps in the sack and likes dirty talk sullies the guy who you think of
taking kids to Sunday School and singing in the church choir.
Z:
Conflict between courtly love and lusting passion.
A: Old fashion polite love and hedonistic
passion. Can they merge?
Z: But... (He jumped out of his chair, pointed
toward the ceiling and cupped his fingers around the edge of an imaginary vest
against his chest... the stance of every philosopher who had a point to make) if
in love and they both want that lust... should they not evolve to accept that
about themselves?
A: Yes, of course. (In imitation of his posture, she allowed her
glasses to slip down to the tip of her nose and twiddled her thumbs, two wise
professors having a very valid and vital discussion... neither preachy... both
walking the ideas to more complex turf)
Z: Here.
Doug Horton wrote, “The more we are filled with thoughts of lust the
less we find true romantic love.” (He
paced as he spoke, hands clasped behind his back... was he troubled... of
course he was... he wanted true love and lust to be one... they should... he knew
that)
A: Doug is a realist but more the pessimist. If we become more accepting of lustful acts
then we can push away the fears their taboos saddle us all with. Yet... yet (she paused... looked troubled yet
spoke) I do consider is there a taboo
line one should never cross or within the realm of consent with all parties,
are there no limits? Can simple
dirty-mindedness be fine but rough-hewn fornication a no-no?
Z: William Penn noted, “Love grows. Lust wastes
by Enjoyment, and the Reason is, that one springs from a Union of Souls, and
the other from an Union of Sense.” That
is so yesteryear!
A: (She frowns at him) I like yesteryear! Also, early Pennsylvania was the home of the
Quakers a puritan sect. It is 2014. We look at it all differently. After all, what if one person likes to use
real jelly lubricant and the other likes KY?
Would love override the distaste factor whereas lust, in this case,
would be a prime motivator to not consent.
Interesting, eh? Lovers will be
more likely to be kinky in the name of love and lusters would be more into self-gratification.
Z: So to understand you, the gorge between love
and lust can be closed via the flooding technique of acceptance. Whereas, lovers should talk about the extra naughty
things they would like doing during sex.
If a babe wants play-rape she should tell him. And If he wants her to nurse him, well, open
up the dialogue.
A: Yes. So
the more truly committed people are honest about sex the closer love and lust
become.
Z: Agreed.
A: (She handed him an excerpt) I want to post this.
Z: (He read)
A seagull skimmed the water’s surface, rising with a
wiggling fish in its bill as a hermit crab picked its way into the sand beneath
crushed shells that littered the waterline.
Nearby, a rare fully formed conical shell gleamed white-pink, a jewel
cast carelessly away by an apathetic sea.
A teenager scooped up the find, cradled the small conch against her ear,
listening as if to secrets. She
protected those secrets as if words scribed in her diary. Did it tell her she would find love with the
boy who stood at her side? One could
imagine that. The boy may have been
doing so as he leaned into her, she coltishly withheld the shell but he
persisted so she shared, heads near the scalloped opening as if he too could
hear the shell’s wisdom. Were they
sharing foreshadowed dreams or possibilities just unspoken? Or did it truly hold a promise of future
trysts with love’s pure verse, at a time and age more in rhyme with who she
will become. Young love was all those
dreams, what ifs and more, only held at bay by imagination.
This was the world so apart from the everyday, from the
mundane, a place where romance could be nurtured, could thrive, where strangers
met and found ever after, at least for that summer, sometimes for more. CHASING
YESTERDAY by Angelica Hart and Zi, Champagne Books
Z: I like it.
A: Love or lust?
Z: I'd love to lust... with one
of our salacious female characters... behind the maple tree... in the wake of a
deluge of rain.
A: Get real!
Z: Pizza?
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