"Maybe I was being too pragmatic about issues that are loaded with guilt, resentment and fear. After all, it’s far easier to talk theoretically about marriage than to navigate it. But my attitude is that if my spouse were to need something I couldn’t give him, I wouldn’t keep him from getting it elsewhere, as long as he did so in a way that didn’t endanger our family.
[...] We all go through phases of wanting it and not wanting it. I doubt most women avoid having sex with their husbands because they lack physical desire in general; we are simply more complex sexual animals. Which is why men can get an erection from a pill but there’s no way to medically induce arousal and desire in women.
[...] I am not saying the answer is non-monogamy, which can be rife with risks and unintended entanglements. I believe the answer is honesty and dialogue, no matter how frightening. Lack of sex in marriage is common, and it shouldn’t lead to shame and silence. By the same token, an affair doesn’t have to lead to the end of a marriage. What if an affair — or, ideally, simply the urge to have one — can be the beginning of a necessary conversation about sex and intimacy?
[...] In the end, I had to wonder if what these men couldn’t face was something else altogether: hearing why their wives no longer wanted to have sex with them. It’s much easier, after all, to set up an account on Tinder."
Aqui
On Modern Love
Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Bowie. Show all posts
Sleeping with married men
Ground control lost contact!
Major Tom dropped his cell phone down below!
Para sempre. Sempre. Na minha memória.
Ashes to ashes.
Among the flowers
My death waits there among the leaves
in magicians mysterious sleeves
rabbits and dogs and the passing time
my death waits there among the flowers
where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers
let's pick lilacs for the passing time
coisa mai linda
Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
Oh wild is the wind, wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures of the wind,
and wild is the wind
Time is an illusion that makes us pant
My brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
I had to cram so many things to store everything in there.
Your face, your race, the way that you talk
I miss you...
2 em 1
Imagem: Ludvik Glazer-Naude
Fazer coincidir o percurso do inner self com o percurso do outer self é, por vezes, impossível.
Haverá períodos da vida em que a sobreposição é quase perfeita. Outros haverá em que caminham lado a lado, mas com objectivos diferentes.
Mr. David Bowie, sempre
Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress
satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
Oh wild is the wind, wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me
Don't you know you're life, itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we're like creatures in the wind,
and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
wild is the wind
