What you did was wrong
You had a boat rocking to a sad sad song
Wind through the flowers and words fall apart
But there is the Divine in all things
In my broken house,
my broken plates,
my broken fingernails
That’s a part of god, too
And I think that I’ll just
Make Love
To the next man that I see
The next man that I see
And I think that I’ll just..
You’re not here
That’s my atmosphere
I am a scream to the two teams
I long to leave my body
And stalk your dreams
And go and do my master work
The thinking of you
The creation of you
And who you’ll be
And how you will complete me
But I am
As I am
As I am
As I am
But I think that I’ll just
Make Love
To the next man that I see
The next man that I see
And I think that I’ll just…
All these broken things
They’re a part of god too
There is the divine in all that you feel
and all that you do
and I think I’ll just go and do what I do
and play in your memories
The thinking of you
the creation of you
and who you will be
and how you will complete me
But I am
As I am
As I am
As I am
And I think that I’ll just
Make love
To the next man that I see
The next man that I see
And I think that I’ll just…
Yeah I think that I’ll just
Make love….
And I think that I’ll just
Make love
To the next man that I see
The next man that I see
And I think that I’ll just…
Yeah I think that I’ll just
Make love….
(transcribed by hand from listening; I cannot find a comprehensive lyrics page for Ms Lane’s work anywhere)
If you think her work sounds very Nick Cave-y, there’s a reason for that: She dated him for a while during his early Boys Next Door/The Birthday Party days, and she actually co-wrote a few of his songs.
Despite her clear talent and influence, the reason you’ve probably never heard of her is cos (word on the street, anyway) is that she’s got such intense stage fright that she barely made it through the few times friends have managed to convince her to perform live.
5:24 …and there are people who are serial monogamists, I’ve known people who are deeply committed to the principles of polyamory on paper, they’ve read all the books, and they fall in love with one person and then immediately they lose for the person they’ve been with, and they don’t like it, they’re unhappy, and they don’t understand it, they wish it wasn’t that way, but they just can’t get it up for that other person anymore, because something about the way their pheremones are hooked up, their wiring is made, when their focus shifts to another, it turns off for that other person, it can only be on one at a time. And I suspect that serial monogamy may be the most common and fundamental pattern among people…
Originally, I’d planned to just VENT about a certain air of self-righteousness I see amongst polyamorists, and how they paint us monogamists in a negative light. We’re somehow all selfish, jealous, make all these unrealistic emotional demands upon our lovers, and (especially if we’re Pagan/Polytheists, to boot) we’re only monogamous because of Monotheistic (and/or Patriarchal) indoctrination —even when that cannot be further from the truth, for many people1, don’t'cha know? I could vent, but I think a couple of lines of dry cynicism is better.
I take comfort, though, in knowing that some-one considered so integral to the polyamory movement, especially as it exists in the pagan community, is completely OK with people who love my way, and even suggests that it might be the human default, and that that’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with that, it just how some people work.
A lot of the ideas and such I see in many a polyamory manifesto make sense, and ideologically the ideas aren’t terrible, even often worthy and good ideas toward approaching life in general, including romanti-sexual relationships. I’m open to the idea of polyamory as a concept, but life has taught me that I’m just not wired that way; if I fall for a new person, I’m simply no longer interested in the first person romanti-sexually —with one exception, where I managed to briefly fall back in love after the other romance ended.
For an extrovert, I introspect a lot, and I’ve come to the notion that I seem to know myself fairly well for some-one of my age. Might I suddenly find myself in a situation where some sort of polyamorous lifestyle could work for me? Sure, just as much as I just might find myself in love with and sexually attracted to a cisgender woman someday, even though I don’t foresee that happening any time this decade. As a general rule, though, it takes a major upset to one’s life, something that makes one really sit down and re-think not just their ideals, but their whole concept of their self to change that drastically. While I’m not saying “it couldn’t happen” that suddenly one day polyamory and I could work, I am saying that it would take a lot more than “meeting the right people”.
And there is absolutely nothing wrong with only feeling that romanti-sexual love in a serial monogamy format. It simply means that you’re only in love with one person at a time, and that while you may agree with polyamory, it clearly doesn’t agree with you.
1: I’m not saying that there somehow aren’t any monogamists who fit that description, but I’m saying that description is not unique to monogamous relationships.
That unsound old fool, as far as I’m concerned, has issued a personal challenge, and I accept. Hex me now, I’m waiting.
…also, maybe it’s cos it’s WAY past my bedtime, but I think my parody managed to be immensely deep, there. Take a night off from sleep, re-read it, and then really think about it, if you don’t see it right away.
So, in going through a bunch of crap in my room, I’ve found a bunch of surplus condoms I can’t use any more due to latex allergy. Because I hate throwing out otherwise perfectly good items, I’d rather these rubber johnnies go to a good home than in the garbage.
I have two brands: Durex and ONE
Durex is the brand I’ve bought my entire adult life (no matter how much their costume adverts amuse me, I will never buy Trojans; an old friend who was a part of ACT UP during his uni days in the early 1990s has given me some very good reasons not to —reasons I’m having the hardest time sourcing, but he was there at the time, so I trust him), they’re the most popular brand in the Anglosphere and they’re a UK-based brand, but ONE amuse me because of their “designer” foils, and I picked up a bunch with their “pride foils” last year, when I still didn’t realise I was allergic to latex.
I’m selling all of these with the “extra protection” ONE branded tin for $7 plus $3 shipping. The expiration dates vary between March 2013 (three of the Durex) and March 2015 (at least seven of the ONE), so you’d have a minimum of about one year to use them.
I’ll also bless each condom prior to packaging and shipping, which I’m doing just as a complimentary religious service.
First come, first served. I’m selling these as a batch, photo is just included to show off the ONE foils and box. The box looks like it’s aluminium and it can comfortably hold 12 or 13 condoms, 15 or 16 if you squeeze ‘em in (or you can put in ten condoms or fewer and one or two of those little mini-sachets of lube) —great for dorm room, messenger bag, or large purse storage.
Don’t laugh – but there are people in this world
Born as boys – and fighting to be girls
People standing in their way
Some are straight and some are gay
Calling them the drag queens
Say you can’t be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You don’t fit
Don’t laugh – but there are people in this town
Be polite say a whiter shade of brown
People that they gotta fight
Some are black and some are white
Calling them the half-breeds
Say you can’t be one of us
You only have yourself to blame
You don’t fit
That’s what you’re there for – square pegs in square holes
Round pegs in round
You get too big then they can’t make new holes
So they’ll cut you down
All ugly sisters must wear glass slippers
Or get out of town
But don’t cry – If the people in your street
Lead a life that’s more or less complete
Little problems every day
Little problems go away
Kid yourself you’re fighting for life
Kid yourself you fight for love
But maybe in some other lifetime
You won’t fit
And if you don’t fit
You’re fit for nothing at all
I love that my emergency alarm clock has an option for “street” amongst “forest”, “rain”, “waves”, “fire”, and “crickets”. It really does seem to have a calming effect on myself —and apparently others.
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