What do We Think – Page 2

The Personal is still political

Jodie Foster comes out with emotional tribute to her girlfriend of 14 years

OK,

we all knew,

right?

not,

a well kept secret:-)

In fact,

I don’t think,

it was,

a secret .

Ms Foster,

luv, luv, luv her!!

wanted to keep,

her private life,

private.

I believe,

that’s a,

fundamental right,

private life.

Of course,

when you have,

closet cases,

persecuting,

gays,

that’s something else.

Act up,

had a point,

when they were,

outing,

people who were,

hiding,

behind beards,

while people,

were dying,

and they were,

dying,

in part,

because of,

hypocrissy,

of the,

powers that be,

and when,

part of that,

structure,

that establisment,

happened to be,

gay,

and hiding it,

it was,

somehow,

worst.

This has nothing,

to do with,

the lovely Jodie,

she has never,

denied,

or,

claimed any beard,

she’s a dyke,

and we,

all knew it,

but,

just as there is,

importance,

in the,

It Gets Better Project,

telling youth,

things,

mostly improve,

and,

the whole,

what doesn’t,

kill you,

makes you stronger,

school of thought,

so,

is there symbolism,

in a beautiful,

articulate,

double Oscar winning actress,

telling,

Peoria, Victoria,

Brossard,

whatever,

I love this woman,

and we form,

a stable family unit,

and it’s important,

not for approval,

or accceptance,

but,

because our rights,

still,

today are not,

guaranted,

and these,

people vote.

So,

we need,

the Jodies,

of the world,

to stand up,

out and proud.

Well,

I think so,

What do you think?

Later girls

The possibility of love?

Ladies,

How are we on this fine,

April morning?

I feel good,

a little tired,

but,

hey,

could be age,

more likely,

it’s seasonal change,

tiring.

I have been reading,

a lot of highbrow,

and,

time consuming stuff,

lately,

but,

in the last few days,

I read a nice,

relaxing,

romance.

I won’t tell you which,

I have to review elsewhere,

and honestly,

it doesn’t really matter,

a good romance,

is,

a good romance.

All the required,

elements,

in place,

lined up,

two beautiful women,

one more butch,

than the other,

one more vulnerable,

than the other,

alas, it’s true, usually the butch:-)

seems one is usually,

dark haired,

a raven haired beauty,

one is lighter haired,

and more muscular,

again, usually, the butch,

her object of desire,

is not described as,

femme,

that wouldn’t be,

right,

politically,

right?

Some sort of,

conflict or coincidence,

throws them together,

at each other,

so to speak.

Instant chemistry,

but,

also,

impossibility,

or at the very least,

hindrance,

prohibits them,

being together,

sigh.

A good romance,

author,

manages to bring them,

together,

in a believable,

or at least,

not too,

contrived way.

Along the way,

she also,

if she’s good,

throws in some,

bone melting,

liquid bodied,

sex.

Be still my heart!!

What can I say,

I’m a sucker,

for a happy ending,

and romance novels,

deliver.

why else would we read, them?

Nothing wrong,

with the prospect,

of a happy ending,

keeps you hopeful,

keeps you,

out there.

Or have we become,

too jaded,

too cynical,

too scared,

for a happy ending?

Not, I,

BB,

is an eternal,

optimist,

romantic,

not silly,

or deluded,

well, I don’t think I am.

I just like to believe,

in the possibility,

and,

sometimes,

the impossibility,

of,

Love and Romance.

What do the girls think?

Later girls,

Creative non-fiction

It’s going to be,

a beautiful day,

I just know it,

the patch of sky,

I can see from,

my desk,

is very blue.

As I was checking,

my emails,

this morning,

out of the corner,

of my eye,

I saw an add,

for classes,

creative non-fiction.

My first thought?

What the *&** is,

creative non-fiction.

But,

then,

I thought,

isn’t this blog,

creative non-fiction.

I think,

it may be.

A person,

very dear,

to my heart,

asked me,

recently,

how much is real,

how much is not.

Is BB, real?

The answer is,

of course,

she is,

and,

of course,

she’s not.

I don’t know.

I think I may have,

found my answer,

blogging,

and,

indeed,

life,

may all be exercises,

in creative non-fiction.

What do you think?

Later girls,

Online dating or not?

Another cold one,

will it ever end!!!!

The Habs won last night,

I’m not too,

interested right now,

but,

I still,

watch the highlights.

I went out,

with busy writer,

last night,

we had planned soup,

but,

instead we did,

beer,

because,

sometimes,

you need to cut loose,

and have,

a couple of cold ones,

with your friends.

So we had a pitcher,

of Sleeman’s,

and talked.

We always have good talks.

I flirted with her,

it’s harmless, and mostly, for fun, besides, she seems immune to my considerable charms:-)

and we brought each other,

up to date.

The bar was full,

spring break.

I must be getting old,

they all looked about,

fifteen to me.

I’m guessing,

they were,

more like,

early twenties,

whatever.

So,

I said to busy writer,

who, btw, is looking fantastic- yoga, it’s a beautiful thing, or so I’m told:-)

I need to make some new,

gay women friends.

My gay girlfriends,

wonderful, one and all:-)

are all in couples,

or exes,

or much younger,

sort of limits,

the dating pool.

So, I need to meet,

women of a similar age,

with similar interests,

who live in the same city.

or,

I need to try,

online dating.

OK,

confession time.

I have been thinking,

about online dating,

for a while,

but,

I have heard such,

horror stories,

and since,

I’m the kind of butch,

who grows on you,

it might not be great.

Still,

I figure,

since regular dating,

is proving to be difficult,

would online dating,

be that much,

worst?

I figure,

I could write an add,

that would go something like this:

Sensitive and charmingly old fashioned butch seeks femme for friendship or more. I am a self-employed lover of books. Middle aged with good hair and teeth. My tendency is towards self-deprecation, but, I’m working on it. You, should be smart, soft and sweet smelling, love fiction, no self-help readers, please. Perhaps we could share some greasy Chinese food while discussing the relative merrits of John Irving, Somerset Maugham or Edna Saint-Vincent-Millay. I’m looking for an independent woman, who needs me. Not too girly, not too tall. Must love cats, mothers and not despise hockey. Bonus, if you think Blundstones and plaid are bloody adorable.

So what do you think,

good huh?

I am kidding,

but,

I am considering,

it.

What do you think?

Later girls,

Desire and words, what do we think?

Those who restrain desire, Do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained--William Blake

Desire: (v) Wish, long for ardently, yearn for; express a wish, request- n. longing; sexual appetite, lust; wish, request; thing desired.

Lust: (n) sexual desire, esp. considered as excessive or sinful; (fig) intense desire. Lust(v) feel strong (esp sexual) desire.

**The definitions, courtesy of an old, Penguin Concise Dictionary of the English Language, I had lying around the bookstore**

In the last few posts,

we have been,

exploring the erotic,

our conception of it,

as well as type,

and whether we have one,

or even believe in it.

I say we,

not because,

I have,

delusions of grandeur,

and have commenced using,

the royal we:-)

No,

we,

as in,

us,

we have a little informal,

discussion group going.

I appreciate and solicit,

the feedback.

Some of you comment,

via the blog,

some via email,

because you wish to,

remain,

anonymous,

some of you don’t comment,

and are thinking about it,

don’t be shy,

go ahead,

wade in,

the water is warm.

Some of you, are hoping I get back to books soon, and I will.

but,

for the purposes of this post,

and others in the future,

I have added,

a new category,

What do we think,

who knows where it will take us,

it’s all good.

Tonight,

and lately,

I have been thinking,

about words and how,

they heighten,

or suppress,

desire.

Last year,

I dated a woman,

for a while,

we had been friends,

and took what we thought,

would be the next logical step;

dating,

as a means to,

a romantic relationship.

Just so you know, we are no longueur friends so I can’t offend her, she doesn’t read my blog, plus, I will not reveal personal details or info, I don’t believe in the old kiss and tell. I am using this anecdote strictly to illustrate how words mean different things to different people. End of caveat:-)

One night after,

a lovely date,

I sent her,

a flirtatious email,

and I signed it,

with lust.

In my mind,

I was saying,

that I wanted her.

To me this was good,

lustful,

intense desire,

between like intended,

adults,

is great,

and should be,

sought out and expressed.

Her reaction was,

mercurial,

to her,

the word lust,

was negative, ugly,

practically,

perverse.

So, a sexy email,

meant to lightly,

titillate,

became the ramblings,

of a dirty ole butch,

I am barely,

exaggerating.

To me the word was positive,

and meant in an,

intent desire way,

to her it meant,

sinful and perverse.

Was it a result,

of linguistic and cultural,

difference?

I don’t think so.

Did she have more Catholic guilt,

than I?

No.

I believe it was,

a trigger word for her,

obviously,

conjured up bad images,

or memories.

It was also,

an excuse,

because the desire,

wasn’t there.

Mine wasn’t either,

I was trying too hard,

I figured good friends,

make good lovers,

not always,

and not in this case.

In this case,

it turns out we weren’t even,

good friends.

I learned to be careful,

with the l word:-)

But, you know,

honestly,

I don’t want to be careful,

I want to use words,

to express my feelings,

and my desires,

I guess I need a woman,

who interprets them,

the way I do,

who gets nuance,

and word play,

who knows that every word,

well, practically,

has more than one meaning.

I am not telling you this so you can say, Ah poor BB and her pathetic love life, over the past few months of sharing the rocky road of dating, people have told me stories that are way worse than mine, dating is hell.

What I am asking is,

do you think,

desire should be restrained?

Also, don’t you think people,

attach both too much,

and not enough,

attention and meaning,

to words?

Think about it.

Later girls,

**Btw, the Habs won :-)**