Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Better Women


"There is no friendship between two women, like the one who despise the same man".  

-Debbie Reynolds, years after Elizabeth Taylor had an affair with her husband, of whom, they both realized they were so much better without.

Boo Fucking Hoo


Oh great... another man's sob story to me about how miserable his marriage is and why his situation is different, and why I should go out with him because of it.  How many times do I have to hear this same line?  Listen up married men, I'm on to your shit now.  Go put your big boy pants on, and get a divorce like the rest of us!  It ain't my problem honey!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Taming Elizabeth


There are women, and then there are wildcat women.  Elizabeth Taylor was not only the media proclaimed, "most beautiful woman in the world", in her day, but also a dominant wildcat.  Today, she will tell you that of all of the men that she cared for, and married, there were only two men that were the loves of her life.  Mike Todd was the first. 

'...he was also a passionate lover, giving her the kind of powerful intimacy and connection that had been missing from her previous husbands.  When she wanted tenderness, he was gentle as a puppy in spite of his outward roughness.  But his gentleness was never, and could never, be mistaken for weakness.  "Mike was strong, which was very good for me," she once observed.  "I will get away with murder if I can.  I used to try, out of my perversity, sometimes to drive Mike mad.  I'd be late, deliberately just fiddle around and be late, and I loved it when he would lose his temper and dominate me.  I would start to purr because he had won".'  -Elizabeth, by J. Randy Taraborrelli.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Lucky Enough


Maybe it's time for me to stop thinking that there will be another man that will enter into my world, that will be The One.  I have been lucky enough to have loved several times in my life already, so maybe I'm done, and maybe that was it.  Maybe this is the last fairy tale, leaving me.

Realization


That night that we did X together, and you touched me until the sun came up, I ran to close all of the blinds and curtains because I didn't want the night to end. 

But now I know... we didn't touch each other's souls, did we?  We just touched each other's bodies and minds; or you touched me, on a physical level beyond what I had known before somehow, just by you being you, and it shackled me to you in the most unhealthy way.  And in realizing this, I finally realize that yes, there is something more for me out there to experience, and that something is having that physical connection, combined with a deeper intellectual and core value connection than you and I ever had.  So, now, I search for that, instead of searching for what I thought you and I didn't finish.  Amen.