Not happy

So, I’m not sad. That’s great right? But I’m not happy either. Sure there are moments of wonder and joy. Whole hours, sometimes. Hours where I couldn’t conceive of a better world. However, I’m not happy. I’ve known happiness. I’m just not now. So why am I not happy? I suppose it’s because I am alone. And I hate being alone. There are those that swear by being single, that it’s so great, blah blah. Not me. I hate it. I like having someone in my life. I like having to compromise on where we go to dinner or who feeds the cat. I like discussions where we are frustrated and can’t seem to get our point across. I’m a relationship guy. But I also have certain things I’m looking for in a partner. Intelligent, creative, open minded and likes me as much as I like them. It’s a short list. But a difficult one, apparently. These people are all already taken. Or something. But that’s why I’m not happy.

And before anyone jumps on with, you have to be happy with yourself first or some other trite piece of advice, what makes you think I’m not happy with myself? I won’t lie and say I’m perfect but I change, I grow and that’s all we can realistically do. The only finality in this life is in its ending.

Words and choices

I would say everything
But would I be believed?
I would make known all my intentions
But would they fall on deaf ears?
I would hold you forever
But would you squirm away?
I would love you until the stars burn out
But you would still be far away.

I’m scary, I say things that are forever things. Things that life has taught can be only lies. Nothing lasts forever, nothing but the fear and the loneliness. So I am not believed.

I would demonstrate my heart
Prove again and again, what is written there
Grow with you
But I’m the scary one. Saying pretty things, things your mind whispers, cannot possibly be true.

Some cliff notes to my brain

I know what I want, say what I mean and try not to play games. But game playing seems to be expected, and if I like the person enough, I’ll play.  For a time.  But there comes a point where I am ready to stop playing and that’s the point where many of my relationships end.  Either because they only liked the game and not me or they think that me stopping the tilt-o-whirl is another game. 

I say that after the fact in some cases because often I’m not playing a game.  I’m going after you hard because I’m interested in you. And if you give what you think are signals, well that’s too bad.  If you want to be kissed, ask or kiss me.  Consent weighs so heavy in my mind that unless you say you want something I’m unlikely to make a move that isn’t slow or cautious. 

Past basic flirting, I’m not playing, I’m in earnest. But because consent is so important maybe it comes off as game playing? I am very up front about who I am, what I like, how important consent is.  Does my honesty play out as another game?

Last thing, my brain does not operate on the premise that sex is the goal.  I’ve…grown jaded with that.  Some see getting people to fuck you as power.  I prefer the more equitable exchange that BDSM provides. And sex as pleasure just leaves me feeling empty after, not during.  But there is so much more after than during. 

My brain operates on the premise that real emotional connection is the goal.  What I call love.  I say “I call”  because I have the sneaking suspicion that what I call/think of as love is different than how others view it.  For me, it is devotion and loyalty.  Affection and lust, for your mind as well as your physicality. Seeing your flaws and loving you despite.  Who you are, everything that makes you, you.  That’s how I love.  And, critically, I don’t demand that we be the totality of each other’s worlds.  I think, perhaps, the fierceness with which I love is confused with obsession or controlling.  It’s not.  I’m passionate, thats true.  I want a partnership, that’s also true.  In a open or poly relationship I want to be a primary, but that’s the extent of the possessiveness.  Maybe that throws people for a loop? I can’t know.

Momentum

why these steps into uncertain future to know another,

to know their mind to be afraid not of your actions but of theirs, or by your inaction due to uncertainty, you false step can you false step,

It’s like wearing thick socks and stepping on broken glass.

You hope that the minimal precaution you have taken will allow you to come away, as free from cuts as possible.

But how can you know. Just the slow step, then another, and another. The small cuts, the shredded cloth.

It has seldom been my actions that make me afraid, it is always the uncertain horizon. The actions of others.

My hope, in all its falseness, leads me forward.

Caution allows you to retain gains, but risk allows you to advance those gains.

Life is the balancing act between the two.

So my resolve is to act, small steps.

To breathe and reap the storm.