…that say they want and then can’t handle…

"What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I’m talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness." – The Powerbook, Jeanette Winterson.  
 
Did you ever have a lover that you felt totally alone with? Not being alone together but alone while with them. In a quiet moment where you weren’t pretending to do anything or be occupied by anything else and the fact you were together. You are alone in your skin and being, no matter how much you fucked or how much you loved. It happens at that point when you stopped pretending to be anyone or anything and were only yourself with them, feeling yourself. Love is lonely really, though I see so few people admit this and no common acknowledgement of this even being a possibility let alone the case. I can’t deny it’s something I’ve felt repeatedly though. The only sense I can make of the reoccurrence of this feeling in certain instances is that it is true. I miss feeling that truth of life as intensely as in those alone moments alone with someone.

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My dear sa bu-bu, good to hear from you! You haven't disapeared! Hope your travels are still going and going well. I would love to be able to read a weblog by you, though they are ever so tricky to keep while travelling. Wax poetic my way any time.
I was trying to talk about the loneliness inherent in the human condition. You may truly love, feel safe, comfortable, trusted, respected, etc. but can we ever truly know each other? Does simply knowing the other person is a human mean a real connection at all? you know, that sort of wax poetic thing.

148851 | posted by AussieAri on October 13, 2005 at 5:16

I wish I could comment but I've never really had a lover so I wouldn't know. I do know loneliness though. While feeling connected with something deep down inside, I understand the feeling of external disconnection. Sometimes my only wish is to only connect the disconnected dots of shallow selves and fake, plastic egos. I'll stop blithering on your webpage and get one of my own to was poetical.

148805 | posted by sabumafoo on October 12, 2005 at 4:51

my impression so far: there's no deep love without the occasional wish to throttle one's partner. aside from those totally alienated moments, i feel quite, uh, united.

147953 | posted by stoica1117 on September 27, 2005 at 9:16