Life wins again, by the thinnest of margins.
Month: November 2015
Thoughts on sanity within the magical community
Sanity as mainstream society defines it is a useless vestigial tail. Our world’s are increasingly internal and are acted on with others when consensual meaning is required. We must, perforce, define our realities in ways that work with our strengths and account for our flaws. We must then cloak these realities in mirrors so that the society at large looks on us and sees only it’s reflection. In this way, we will be free to persue our own goals and move amongst the less awakened members of our flawed and fallen race with virtual impunity. We must be aware that being caught will result in being ‘helped’. The majority of this help will take the form of tagging us as other, making it harder to blend into the larger society. And actions to convince us that their perceptive reality is the only one, usually through coercive mental conditioning or through so called drug therapy that closes off our access to those senses that allow us to see beyond the reality of the physical.
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Sleep
I sleep alone, space carved in my heart, in my posture for you. I wait, perhaps forever, but I wait. Knowing you are worth every tear. Every pain. And only hope my choice does not add to your pains
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Practice
Anyone that’s read Ballroom should get this.
Practice your ABC’s daily.
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Thoughts on debt as societal currency
I wonder why, on acceptance by some group or another, people feel the need to thank them for it. To thank them for inclusion.
For myself, I may apply for acceptance, but that is as far as I will go. You will include me or not as you choose but I am no fawning sycophant, to bow and scrape because you deign to acknowledge me.
I set the tone, I start the dance, I stand tall included or not. I do not bow or grovel for your acceptance.
Perhaps you consider it polite. However, as a societal gesture, the thank you for inclusion is one of subservience.
I ask, you allow and we walk as equals.
I ask, you allow, I thank you for the privilege and I have have setup a subtext that I needed your permission.
I may act as a guest should, on acceptance, but to allow the power dynamic to subtly shift without acknowledging that it has, is foolish. By thanking them, you are acknowledging a debt, however slight.
Debts are treacherous things. Sometimes, you want to be in someone’s debt. Because as long as you are, as long as the marker is not called in, they have a vested interest in your wellbeing. At least, insomuch, as calling in the marker fits into future plans or as a safety net. But, In debt to one who refuses to be repaid and you are on treacherous ground.
Of course, this presupposes that you, at least, are honorable and acknowledge and accept your debts. As a honorable person, I am always looking at the scales to determine where honorable action to move towards balance lays.
The only exception is in the case of those I love. Who, in effect, I owe and am owed infinity. There is no action I won’t take for someone I love. The only determining factor is, is it the correct action in that moment.
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I want…
The soft gentle press of your lips
The touch of your hands
My hands through your hair
The gentle curve of your neck
The soft mound of your breast
The hairs on your arm shivering
the taste of you on my tongue
The smell of you lingering in my nostrils
Your moans
Your breathe catches
Your exhilaration
Your pleasure at my mercy
Your dirty mind
Your sweet dreams
Your desires fulfilled
Your hungers satisfied
Your screams of my name
You
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Emotional shotgun
I’ve thought about this often. Pretty much every day to one degree or another. and I have come to the conclusion that I am just not charming. Sure, if you want to talk about the historical context of economic policies and the spread of religion, I’m your guy. Or if you would like a discussion about how time travel to kill that one historically bad guy would be a disaster, then wow would we have something to talk about. If you want to get deep into serious discussion, I’m right there. Or take a silly premise and just run with it. But that whole witty banter thing, I don’t got. In a big group it may seem that I can, because I’ll interject something and it will cut to the heart of what is being discussed, but pay attention, I will then go silent again. So, I’m not charming. I have weird ideas and off tilt desires. I have virtually no shame and no filter but I’ll only dance in a crowd of strangers or after at least 3 real drinks. I’m not doing a job that screams important or changing the world, so that’s not particularly impressive. Maybe, I’m being unnecessarily cruel to my own self image. The tough part is that what seems unique and special about me seems to only exist in my past. And it is bound up in past relationships which new relationships don’t necessarily want to hear about. I’m off point.
What I think about is this: Shouldn’t it, on some level, be easy? Should not the conversation flow from topic to topic? If you’ve known me for years, then it does. But on first talking? First meeting? Only with 2 people has it been that way, One was recent but for various other reasons failed. The other was because she approached me, she saw me and said, that guy, that guys I want to know. That feeling is immensely empowering, I could go for days on that feeling. I have no real point to this. This is just a confused guy rambling in the early morning hours. I wish that I could say that I just don’t know what I want, or that I’m not ready for a relationship, or I just want to put my work first, or any of a dozen excuses to not be dating or to not even be talking to someone about talking about dating. (aside: Dating is a prelude to a relationship. It is the opening act.) (second aside: I cannot emphasize enough how the statement “I don’t date” is bullshit. Are you seeing someone in any kind of romantic or sexual context? IT’S A DATE. and don’t tell me that sex is not a date, unless you are paying for it, then it’s a emotional entanglement of some kind.)
It comes to my attention that I should be talking to friends about this stuff, but they are all married. Have been for years. And they are not poly relationships so what would they know? Maintaining a relationship, sure, they have good advice there, outside of that, not so much.
This is all just frustration. I am genuinely not good at the let’s be friends and see where it goes thing. I want to buy you roses or lilies, lilies are cool. I want to tell you that you are beautiful and that all I want is you to feel safe. I want to be the sappy romantic idiot that I am . But I can’t because that would be too serious. What is wrong with too serious? Take a fucking chance. We all have baggage, and I get that it hurts and that you don’t want to be hurt. And maybe you want nothing to do with me romantically, say that, it saves time. I won’t be offended. I am a adult. I know people say that then act like fools, but I have spent most of my time working on who I am, what I want, and my emotional well being. That leaves me deficient in the more material ares, admittedly, But the emotional maturity, that I got. Just tell me, I won’t be a jerk.
And maybe it won’t work out. But I won’t emotionally blackmail you or be a jerk or be cruel or mean. at least I will try my best to not be and if you tell me I am being that way will try to correct my behavior. Hopefully, we’ll have at least some good times, and we’ll learn something for the next relationship or maybe we’ll go the distance, but we’ll never know without that first step.
This has been another addition of Emotional shotgun, are we not entertained!
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Hmm….
I think that I have forgotten how to make small talk. Wait… I Never had that skill. How do people develop that skill? I only care about the weather if it’s interesting or raining, I like rain. I can talk about fashion, wait… No I can talk about style and what I like about some fashionable items. What else do we have, my day? I help people with technical issues. And really I don’t remember them as individuals, so my stories are limited there. I could complain about work cause that’s fun. So what else does small talk constitute? Ideas, anyone?
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Storm the gates
In the spaces you are, I find joy. Your smile upturned, makes my heart beat faster, and only restraint keeps me from kissing you.
I want you as one cast out who seeks redemption in your heaven.
Even my private sanctuaries are empty without you. I am not unaware of your broken places. I merely see them as the first flowers of beauty.
My ability to contain myself is coming to a ragged end. I must speak, even in this obscure forum, else lose my heart completely.
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Heart gives voice
What does it say of my life, that a slip of the tongue is the most disastrous thing to befall me. So safe have I become that the wrong words pave the way to heartache. When in my youth, ill-conceived action would have led to blood, to loss of fortune and life. And now in my safety, I look back on perilous times and see them as good.
The triumph of survival rings heavy then fades. The soft blandishments of current circumstance pale next to the risks of youth. These soft courtesies, small steps, enticements to a love longed for, all seem foolish now. In youth, I would have taken and ravished her.
Strength and fury, the hotness of passion welling up from the dark steps to fill sky with actinic display. But now, years past beyond the reckless of youth, speak words of poetry and hope she will want what I am now. Though knowing, this soft copy of who I was, this faded version of warrior poet, so pale. So wan with grief and times passage, who could want this.
I feel an old man now, though I know only middling years. I sit in my tower, surrounded by books and comfort, fortune frittered away. I write missives to you and hurt full, bursting, overflow as in youth remember. I wait, amidst silence, hoping that this time… This time you’ll find me.
Pelgris 