
I have an unnatural need to know what makes a healthy-relationship So. Call it obsession, call it addiction, call it having-too-much-time-on-my-hands, but the quest for wholeness in my mind goes far beyond my laundry-list of adoption issues -- my quest is simply all rooted and stemed from them!
So... I find the following article written by a man, (I'm assuming, but these days, who knows anymore?). And he offers some friendly advice in terms of finding/attracting a certain-type of female.

I see California is now listed as a gay-marriage friendly state, a band wagon each (MARRIED) presidential candidate sees as "acceptable". My, oh my, when does the selling of something ever quit?

Coffee, cookies, chocolate. Sports, sex, smoking, Drugs, diets, drinking. Pick a demon, any demon.... which one claims the life of someone you know? Add a dick; shun. Addiction.

The other night I watched "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and was struck by the raw intensity of a film that was so simple in set and design, and featured in black and white film. Those basics gave such brilliance to the acting themes, it was if they were intentional, making it better to see the true essence of what was building and collapsing between two people.

I was chatting not too long ago with a friend about how preoccupied I get about sexual-images, and how I think it's an adoptee-thing. I wonder if it's because I never saw my bilogical parents, as a means of making the "connection", so to speak.
Is it possible adoptees are sexual freaks because we don't see our parents as sexual beings?

I'm a huge fan of word-play. I'm very nerdy like that. It comes from reading tons of books. I love word-associations, as they always get fun and Freudian with me. Given all I have worked with in my life, I have lots of raw material to purge in playful pun and pathos.

Dr. Berman on TODAY discussed the elements of cheating, and I had to laugh at the concept of fidelity, in terms understanding life through the eyes of being the child not given the chance to bond with his/her natural family. In order to feel love, it has to be felt and experienced. In order to share love, it has to be experienced by both sides. In order for love to be kept, it has to be valued and treasured above all other things that threaten it's existence.

That's the loaded question every man hates to hear... is it not?
Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't answer that itty-bitty tester, right?
A couple is supposed to BE at a party/event 30 minutes ago, but the woman suddenly needs to know if her pants, (skirt, dress, or whatever she's wearing) is "too tight".
The man is fuming, he wants to go, he wants to eat, drink and be merry... his woman looks beautiful and the outfit is kicking, because it's finally ON, and they can finally GO, but she wants to know if it's on too tight.

I did it again. I made a seemingly random, odd and obscure connection to a theme that many see and recognize, but few write about. I posted a sample of another person's writing about animals and their relationship to love and trust's growing pains. [see: A Lesson on Love from Cats]
I'll be honest, I don't like cats. Never did. I also believe cats don't like me. It's a Trust Issue, no doubt. I was attacked by a cat once when I was babysitting a kid I didn't like very much. Looking back, I realize it was the father I didn't like because he seemed creepy. Ironically, the girl was adopted, yet I felt no personal connection with her because she liked cats. All it took was one bad-experience with a vicious, scary cat, and I refuse to like cats. Ok, I'm allergic to them too, but it seems most true-blue dog-people don't go for cat-people, anyway. I don't make the rules, I just write about them. Contrary to some opinions, humans ARE animals, as we sense things, we smell things, we feel things our minds can't always explain. I believe such senses belong to a group called Instincts, and all kidding associations aside, I think the more we relate to animals, the better we will become as a single species.

Of all the topics I have discussed and written about, privately with friends and strangers, sex and intimacy never fails to rate as the single biggest issue of adult-sized concern. (Keep in mind, please, I am a nurse by profession, and worked at Victoria's Secret after having 4 kids and a boob-job... what can I say? I like to talk, and I've got a lot of material to work with!)
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