The relationship between Sex and Love

"It's to do with knowing and being known.

I remember how it stopped seeming odd that in biblical Greek knowing was used for making love. Whosit knew so-and-so.

Carnal knowledge. It's what lovers trust each other with. Knowledge of each other, not of the flesh but through the flesh, knowledge of self, the real him, the real her, in extremis, the mask slipped from the face.

Every other version of oneself is on offer to the public. We share our vivacity, grief, sulks, anger, joy...we hand it out to anybody who happens to be standing around, to friends and family with a momentary sense of indecency perhaps, to strangers without hesitation. Our lovers share us with the passing trade, but in pairs we insist that we give ourselves to each other.

What selves? What's left? What else is there that hasn't been dealt out like a deck of cards? Carnal knowledge. Personal, final, uncompromised. Knowing, being known. I revere that. Having that is being rich, you can be generous about what's shared--she walks, she talks, she laughs, she lends a sympathetic ear, she kicks of her shoes and dances on the tables, she's everybody's and it don't mean a thing, let them eat cake; knowledge is something else, the undealt card, and while it's held it makes you free-and-easy and nice to know, and when it's gone everything is pain.
Every single thing. Every object that meets the eye, a pencil, a tangerine, a travel poster.

As if the physical world has been wired up to pass a current back to the part of your brain where imagination glows like a filament in a lobe no bigger than a torch bulb. Pain.

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" ---Henry, 'The Real Thing'

The SAD truth

You love someone,

you open yourself up to suffering,

that's the sad truth.

Maybe they'll break your heart,

maybe you'll break their heart

and never be able to look at yourself in the same way.

Those are the risks...

Heavy in Your Arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall


And is it worth the wait
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?

Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound


This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
Whispering like it's a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart


I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground


I'm so heavy, heavy in your arms.
Heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.

Bad Romance --- a short story

Boy and girl know each other, but not very close. Boy fancy girl, and girl fancy boy too… But they keep their feeling hidden to themselves.

One day, guy suddenly feel that his feeling for girl is overflowing, and he confessed to her… and you know what girl said?

Girl: “I don’t think I’m good enough for you... It’s not that, you are not good looking, or not a nice guy. It’s just that you are just too good for someone like me. Someone ashamedly ordinary like me. I don’t think I match you at all…” (with a thinking that some other girls which are better than her will suit him better…)

While guy actually think that girl is great and he couldn’t match her, because he thinks that he isn’t that great to match her… But still he tried.

In the end, they never get together...

Hmm…Don’t you think it’s kinda silly?

Guy thinks girl is perfect, while girl thinks guy is perfect too…

At the same time, they both think that themselves are not that great and couldn’t match each other.

• You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.

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