in me noble quest to find the perfect mate, or at least someone i can hang with for the rest of me life
(you know, the usual: brains, looks, n the missing half of this golden amulet), i have found meself often quite depressed,
n wondering if the one more "normal" set of grandparents i was issued,
(eternally exemplifying this singularly socially acceptable idea) were either lucky or deluded - perhaps both =o?
actually, as i look back on me life, it appears at once to the educated eye
that the only chix who would ever have anything do do with me, basically couldn't get anybody else
(i'm goin over the list right now in me head yet again, n yep, loveable screwballs the lot of em, at least at the time)
- that's not to say that they were particularly undesirable, or that i'm not particularly groovy
- but as i have occasionally ventured out into the real world (once or twice) i have encountered the engendered mass populous
n felt the obligatory repulsion n revulsion: as if they're anticipating me eventual evolution into something between uncle ernie n cousin kevin
(also, my penchant for references to Tommy, by the Who, being more obscure n even less cool than Star Wars or Star Trek, kinda narrows the field down a bit)
- so where's all the cute brainy ones? - prolly married, n half divorced by now - ah, my time is at hand =o)
optimism being vogue: ambitious heartfelt assumptions that i jus got the short end of the stick (as it were, so to speak)
lead hence to perceive the possibility that sane chix do exist out there somewhere - but where?
- one would hafta leave the house, perhaps destined for a nice friendly hippie bar, where aging jammers are welcome
- this is an enviable anti-establishment establishment that i have long longed to pro-prioritize (build it and i will jam)
so at least now i think i know anew what kinda chick i'm not lookin for anymore, as if i ever was
- i think they musta seen in me a certain sense of lonely desperation, n offered themselves up to it, often takin advantage
- even the least diabolical of em were seemingly infatuated with this image of someone they thought i was, something i am not:
something invented to be, or potentially template worthy of something with which they could deal, one day, if they put their minds to it;
hardly recognizing the reality of the situation, the actual materials such inexperienced psionic manipulative digits were working with
- see: a person (admittedly arguably) is a human being; n tho inherently flexible n somewhat maleable in nature, is not clay to be molded into a more pleasing shape =o~
again, i'm not imagining things, these are the types of chix that are interested in me - at least the ones i find out about
- i have been informed of other avenues after the fact, sposedly still in tact, but having done nothing about it meself, i lost out - so whatever happened to women's lib?
- yes, if yer still readin this, n still wonderin, you'll hafta be obvious - i usually assume women want nothing to do with me, which is usually the case
- trust me, it is an extreme rarity a guy yells rape or a chick runs out of other options =oP
now, i'm not a chauvanist - i know how to cook n clean up after meself - i'm in favor of equal rights, but it works both ways
- see: the ever slowing of the eventual disintegration of the proverbial glass celing is no excuse for reciprocal emotional oppression
- i guess what i'm trying to say is that i'm a groovy guy (but bein a bitch, for whatever reason, will eventually destroy me, which is counterindicated in this case)
- i'll say it again, n stand by it (if ya don't mind, shameless self promotion, wait for it) i'm a groovy guy
- in fact, i will dare go so far as to say that i am the emminent n imminent embodiment
(except for the body: me shoulders are wider, but i have the same chest i grew into about about age 15)
of what most women scream to the goddess so high in the sky that they want in a mellow mateable man
- if only i can run into one actually independant enough to think for herself, n bring herself to me lenghty attention span
- it's possible - i mean, look at it for a moment
- in this so-called society, wouldn't a male so sanctioned to be such a silly sensitive have eventually been beaten down to the point of self submission?
- i, in my imposed social standing, am not publicly worthy of outward displays of self confidence (the popular kids would find me uppity)
- so gahed n ask me to dance (not that i dance, but it's nice to be asked; maybe we can do somethin else ye like)
- n there i go again proving meself a chauvanist ;oP
but lets say, for the moment, that possessing a triple digit IQ (and not the subsequent social stability to justify n therefore offset this phenomenon)
is a plus in some remote dating scene somewhere on this primitive planet, some neighborhood filled with happy hippies who have heavy hinges n whole hearts
- add to that my uncanny resemblance to a young Robert Planet, further lack of reciprocal multimillionaire social status, n a generally frustrated disposition;
the increasingly hypothetical neighborhood in question is shrunk down to about a square inch or so - so, that should be enough to keep me on me toes, eh? ;o)
so, i ask again, where are all the cute, smart, funny ones? - are they in hiding, as am i, from the ravages of a warlike culture? - then perhaps our species is doomed
- as long as the neurotics are not allowed to multiply, eventually only the feeble minded will be left in charge of things - the more ye think, the more ye have to think about
- n the more ye hate to think, the more will escape yer attention - the way i look at it, better ten of them n one of me, than just ten of them =o/
as i grow older, far beyond my parents' age when i was born, it seems that time is running out for me to have kids one day
- now, yes, human males are engineered to father well past warranty expiration, but i'd still like to play frisbee with the little rugrats
- also, the aforementioned occasional mellow motto: "better ten of them n one of me, than just ten of them"
seems to nag the evolutionary revolutionary imperative of providing the future with fresh hippies to spread peace to the masses
- see: i usedta have these shrubs in fronta me house, that i'd hafta trim several times per summer, or they'd look as hippie as me hair
- maybe this is what's ultimately happening to me, as i grow more jedi, the celestial shears are settin up to snip me outta sight
- but will the resta the foliage ever expand outward, or is clarity a product of outward perspective, and do only the outer branches ever leaf up?
- silly humans, all they wanna do is fight (pick a topic, stand back a bit) - silly human, silly human race =oP
the images of humans on this page are from a collection (that i have posted) which originated from me lookin into somethin called polyamory
(from the latin, meaning multiple loves, espousing multiple spouses, or spice), which works out well for thousands worldwide
(many more than feel free to announce their revolutionary evolutionaries to the world)
- this is a lifestyle, which some people have chosen (or rather: been born with n happily hence refused to ignore)
somewhere between swinging n mormon multiple marraiges n just to the center of new age butterfly fluttering,
but far off to the left of all those closed-minded n oppressive monogamy nazis, who feed guilt into our lowly lonely loins (thus i digress)
- back to basics: it recognizes the intellectual, emotional n physical need to be loved; but also that staying with only one person for the rest of yer life
supresses growth, n is therefore unhealthy for most (unless, for whatever reason, yer not growing as a person)
- we all know about divorces where neither party is particularly to blame, but it's for the best, no matter how great they were together in the beginning
- but poly has actually saved many marriages, allowing parties involved to be more themselves, n be more fully accepted at home =o)
most poly situations are triads, usually with two women n one man, but there are many happy variations - n require the absolute absence of jealousy
- ok, so maybe it's not for everybody (not yet) - but detractors do say, "why not focus all that loving energy on one person, wouldn't that be better for all concerned?"
- simplistically, perhaps (if this were still a simple world), but being so selfish is unnatural, n requires constant force n even vain neediness to maintain
(so maybe this millennia is still far too young for poly to be taken half seriously by most of society)
- but realistically, in the interim, as long as practically everybody's gonna eventually prolly fool around anyways,
wouldn't it be better to accept it as a simple fact of human nature?
- this is not a question answered positively by those who consider themselves pious, n therefore faithful in their ability to maintain long term status quo relationships
- but, see: we, as humans, may be evolving as an intellectual species, but that's no reason to ignore our physical nature
- besides: chances are, our physical nature is more attuned to our spiritual sides, eh? - so keep yer hands on the reins, but let the horses drive ;o)
poly has come under some serious scandal in recent years, n often faces oppression comparable to the stigma still surrounding homosexuality
- "what about the children?" some say; but the only detriment there is a somewhat self-involved stifling society (hey, these are loving parents, not perverts, ok?)
- ultimately, if we as a species survive this technological tumultious turmoil n spiritual adolescence,
most or all human marraiges will likely be poly in nature, due to the fact that we do tend to outgrow each other
(well, not actually each other: more the traditional, very tightly constrained relationship with the same one person over a period of many years)
- so, imagining that we will eventually become a more evolved n involved people: less spiteful n more friendly to those whom we once held closest
(further imagine that you were still on great terms with all yer Xs, n everybody was cool with everything), life seems like it could work out, eh?
- but until such critical mass delivers us from perpetual oppression, perhaps the new sexual sufferage is yet to be reckoned with =o?
i think i'd be much happier in some future century, where being a fellow human being is actually a plus with me fellow human beings
- but i guess one thing that nailed it down for me (as it were, so to speak) that i may truly be a poly person, in nature,
is the realization that i would go back with any or all of me Xs, as long as they weren't still insane
- sometimes the kookier among them do attempt to make eventual contact with me,
which is on the surface a testament to me own naivete, or perrennial grooviness, or perhaps both (as this further justification may potentially be paranoia)
- n i do feel somewhat guilty for ignoring even the kookiest of em, but knowing em as i do, i can't think of any safe reason they might have to call =o[
so anyways, the last gf seemed to be somewhat into it, as a concept (agreeable in theory), except she shouldn't get over the jealousy aspect - logically, i'm all for it
- n as utopian as it may seem, i tend to be somewhat idealistic towards its inevitable success (tho maybe from watchin too much hbo, or readin too much heinlein)
- we looked into it seriously for awhile, even towards some of her friends a little bit - but when it came down to discussing it openly with em, she bail at the last minute
- not that i had a whole lotta time to get to know any of the potential candidates (n i'm already gettin to old to be swinging), but perhaps that was by design
- that woulda been the ideal scenario tho (every man's dream), not just a threesome, but two steady girlfriends, all in the same house together
- but also it's somewhat less pressure on the guys, if n when the chix happen to turn into mutant monsters one week per moon =oP
that's really one of the main reasons why i broke it off with her (see these bruises on me skull? ... henpecks)
- a buddy of mine has a wife with such deadly pms that she's become the boss of the brig, n basically runs his life by default
- she calls him up at work to bitch at him for what an asshole he is, n then a few minutes later, calls him back to tell him how horny she is
- i told him, "when she calls ye up to bitch, tell her yer horny, n when she calls ye up for heavy breathing, bitch at her"
- i don't know how, or even if, this has worked out for either of em yet =oP
something i saw on TV recently, "she's either evil or two years old, she wants what she wants when she wants it"
eases me mind to remember (despite any propaganda to the contrary) that i'm really the rational n reasonable one, whenever the X calls lookin to hang out again
- but as much as she may be slightly open to poly life,
i don't think any woman, who would find me groovy enough hang out, would survive a single night with her (either by nature or design)
- so i stay somewhat hippie hopeful, in faith, that the way i'm designed isn't a flaw, a mal-mutation, an anomaly to be trimmed for the good of the proverbial bush
- but i'm afraid i can't wholly subscribe or login to the destiny aspect of whatever random fairy tale romance we were brought up to believe in =o/
so i guess me only hope is to find a fantasy camp where fellow forgotten freakazoids frolic, n start accepting applications
- she should prolly be shorter than me, n definitely weigh less (i'm 5'10" 140, n not particularly muscular)
- religiously, i'm an atheist, or an agnostic, or a grand philosopher existentialist, or a budding jedi; take yer pick
- i'm open to all races, nationalities, etc: personally, i'm a mutt (we tend to be groovier, calling up a wider variety of genetic suggestions n selections)
- she should be smarter than most (smarter than me would be groovy too), n not at all allergic to intellectual concepts, some of which spelled out in previous paragraphs
- oh, n did i mention i'm an insufferable smart ass? =oP
yeah, i know, good luck wit alla dat
- in the end, it's me shyness that betrays me
- people, even chix, tend to see it as either a sign of weakness or undesirability, or worse yet: that i'm not interested in them
- either way, it's not like any sane woman is gonna attempt to make contact with me, not bein a millionaire yet
- but i leave me screening filters on, just in case
- in the words of me latest X, when i was breakin up with her the foist time, put to her that we're worlds apart personality wise,
"what if there is no 'meant to be' n this is the best we can do?" (or something similar),
i'm reminded of something someone else once so psychically said: something like, "i can do better alone"
- so off i go, almost used to it - a sure sign that everything's gonna change soon, n somethin else is gonna happen too =o|
right - enough whining - on to the delicious definitions n diatribes (not to mention pix n further linkages) - but first, a song ;o)