Actaeon-Speaks

Jack Vettriano1951Love StoryThis evening,
I’m working on getting
caught up on answering
your kind comments,
browsing my reader,
and digging through
my mailbag,

While I was away,
I started working
on a fascinating post
about something or other….

( I really don’t remember
exactly what it was,
…… but,
boy howdy, was it great.)

A ways back,
and completely
outta the blue,
a terrific WP writer
and friend of mine,
decided to distract …
err……..
I mean,
…. challenge
me
in an email to:

“Flex your sentimental muscle,
and write something
with emotional pathos ” —

Now,
I’m not even sure
I have any of those
kinds of muscle,

But, I had been working
on a particular piece
for many years now,
( I could never seem to finish it )
and I decided to post that –
for today’s post.

(I will admit to also
having forgotten that
April had only 30 days in it —
which explains the lack
of organization to the
usually-dependable
Muscleheaded queue
recently ….. )

There is sorta a ‘theme’ song
that seems to go along
with this thing,
by Carlos Santana,
that I’ve always played
while working on it.

It can be found at:
http://youtu.be/CEmlgeXY-0g

I don’t know whether
I lived up to the challenge —

Y’all lemme know what you think.

( if you like it, that is…

…. otherwise, well….
feel free to keep your
comments to yourself. 😀

.

— ACTAEON SPEAKS —acteon

She could be difficult,
even when in the best of moods.

Her nature was that of a dark, brooding thunderstorm,

…like those that often s
pawned from a Caribbean hurricane.

That was what first attracted me to her.

Rain, and wind, and fire.

She didn’t have to be standing next to you,
…. for you to feel the force of her presence.

Most people ran for their lives.

Not me, though —
I needed the chaos.

And I was willing to be
washed away with her tide.

Your countenance fair,
And the fragrance of your hair

Draws me to your throat
Only then to imbibe a more elusive scent
Its influence overwhelms my patience
And I will have you, Goddess.

I don’t know what she saw in me that interested her.

But sometimes tropical storms do that–

Skipping one house,
….. and reaping unreserved destruction on the identical one right next to it.

Rain, and wind, and fire.

Even though it was against her will,
….. she slowly gave herself up to my vulnerability.

Most people couldn’t care less.

Not her, though —

She needed the adoration.

And she was willing to fill my emptiness.

Your longing betrayed
by whispered gasp,
and your fervent grasp
I am thrown, drawn, pulled apart
My body the eye, and you the storm
But I can hold you, Goddess

She whirled and throttled and howled as if possessed

But no storm can sustain itself forever —

Cooling as with the northbound tradewinds.

Detached from me, as she glided out far from land.

Her rain, wind, and fire

Now, swallowed by a more stronger, violent force

The sea still carries her voice, her face, her memory

Not us, though —

We had that moment in time.

And no other storm could thrill me alike.

I will graze long and joyful upon the nectar
Of your sweet Elysian fields
And we shall surge, roar, and pulse together –
You are ever my Diana
And I am ever your Actaeon.
Come back and do your worst.

.

HOY!

.

diana

Stress Off

b1The rough and tumble pace
of every day life can really
be a challenge these days…

The stresses of:
worry….

in
work, money,
relationships…..

It can really cut
into your horizontal
fun-time quotient, ya know ?

We’re working more,
but we have less leisure time,
and less money for recreation—

wifeAnd, if there’s an energy crisis anywhere,

–it’s in the amount of energy
we have left to expend on the
more fun, interesting and sexier stuff.

— after working,
paying taxes,
and fulfilling our responsibilities,

we’ve got little left over.

There’s been all kinds of social changes,
bringing their own special problems…

For instance,1
kids are living at home longer now…..

— it’s actually very common for 20 somethings.

And this certainly could put the KYE-BOSH
on any fun-time activities …..

for anybody,
and everybody in the house !

Sure,
I guess if you think about it hard enough,  a1
you could always find alternative places
where you could go to ….
errrr …..
express yourself…..

But the atmosphere of some places,

even the more out of the way places,

a…. can just kinda ruin the moment.

The sweet girl-next-door –

– and the stalwart,
hard working,
monogamously-dedicated family-man types

are becoming pretty rare,

and I guess it can be hard to meet those kinds of folks at times…

— but then neither type was ever really known aa
as all that sexually adventurous to begin with, anyway.

Certainly,
internet dating is kinda impersonal,

and can be very unreliable……

Candor in terms of personal online relationships has tanked.

And the explosion of electronic technology
has blurred the lines of recreation…

Reverse electronic fantasies –

afantasies that reality can’t measure up to,

—but electronics CAN put into some digitized form –

have replaced the kind
you used to try to make come true for yourself.

Certain aspects of our culture have left people feeling
as if human face to face contact isn’t necessary,
or even desirable,
in order to enjoy our lives….

As if somehow, we could,
or should, call
exist as if we were all living in some kinda vacuum.

I read last week about a guy who claims to be in love with his .

His vacuum cleaner, that is.

I think it was a Hoover.

I wonder if it was one of them ones
with all the special attachments.

(I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a Roomba, anyway. )

Oh sure,

airbubbleI guess you might choose
to add some sex toys to your repertoire
to attract more interest from the opposite sex …

or perhaps it might have the opposite effect ?

No man really likes the idea
that a mechanical device can do a better job
at satisfying a woman than he can…

….although,
from her perspective,
it must be hard to argue with 40 pulses per second.

And there’s no substitute a1a
for knowing what to say and how to say it….

That’s one of the purposes of a tongue, ya know.

Ahem.

Still……

If it becomes too much trouble to get you some,

it’s certainly easy enough
to find a up close and personal substitute for REAL sex,
peterpeckerI guess…

you can get you an inflatable
Rachel Hunter doll with real imitation Kiwi accent.

Cricky Dick!!
Oh BONK me fanny with yer wee cracker!
! ” —

Or, for you girls,

the Peter Pecker Doll,
always a big seller….

So there’s always options, I guess.baa

You could even open up
one of them there sex farms
like they got up there in Washington State.

Oh..

maybe,
that’s a baaaaaaaad idea, that.

Or, you could do things the OLD FASHIONED way,

aand then,
if you really want some variety,

… all you’d have to do is switch hands.

Hmmm……………..

I dunno……

There’s still something missing,
though,

Don’t ya think?

Passion?gygan

Romance?

Ambiance?

The experiential element ?

Doesn’t anybody think that
the most interesting thing about sex
is the physical, mental, and emotional interaction
between two people anymore ?

Or is really just all about orgasms in a vacuum?

Wait…
not that Hoover thing again.

HOY !!!!

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Love and Sex in the 1940’s

heresWe might not think
of the 1940’s
as the sexiest decade
in American history —

— and considering
how many difficult
and downright horrible things
were going on at that time ,
(i.e.. World War II),bacallyank

maybe we’d have a point…

But there was definitely a sexy vibe
evident in society during the war —

— a sense of ‘Carpe Diem’ if you will  —

There were millions of
lonely Servicemen,
all thinking that they
could get killed or maimed
at any moment,halperinstarsstripes

and if they didn’t
get some now,
well,
they might never
get it at all,

and of course,blackout
there were millions
of lonely women,
all thinking that there
just had to be some way
to fill the long, lonely
hours with fun and joy.

A recipe for a little casual coitus?
Ya think?

You can see it in the postcard humor,
and cartoons of the time.

You can see it on
civilian magazine covers,
and the pin up calendars
of the period.

You can even see it in
military publications like:

“Yank” ,
“Our Navy”
and “Stars and Stripes”.

It was painted on
the side of airplanes —
fighters,
bombers,
transport planes —

Even on tanks, boats,
and artillery pieces.
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Today it’s collectively called ‘nose art’ –
then,
it was just ‘a morale booster’.

Even the enemy used it,
to try to convince our
guys to surrender.

Sex was everywhere.

I’m sure the moralizers
of the day had a field day with it.japsurr

The decline of civilized
righteousness and all that….

To me,
as a veteran myself,
it makes perfect sense.

I see nothing wrong
or even unusual in people
making a ‘love connection’
in times of peril —woods
( hell, any time is good )

a little:

happy humping ,
nonchalant nookie,
carefree coition,
insouciant intercourse,
leisurely lovemaking,
whirlwind whoopee,
off-hand ohhing and ahhing,
cursory coquetry,
lackadaisical liasons,
superficial spooning,
devil-may-care devotion,
promiscuous penetration,
free lance frivolity,camo
serendipitous seduction,
fortuitous fornication,
perfunctory perfuckery,
laid back laying,
occasional carnality,

— to cheer one up
wash away the blues —

to rejuvenate
or rehumanize one–

to reclaim one’s common humanity.

(— assuming you were wearing
a government issued raincoat
included in this deal, of course.)

HOY!

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Simone De Beauvoir says:

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“Two separate beings,
in different circumstances,
face to face in freedom
and seeking justification
of their existence
through one another,
will always live
an adventure
full of risk and promise.”

Carson McCullers says:

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“There are the lover
and the beloved,
but these two come
from different countries.
Often the beloved is
only a stimulus
for all the stored-up love
which had lain quiet
within the lover
for a long time hitherto.
And somehow every lover knows this.
He feels in his soul that
his love is a solitary thing.
He comes to know a
new, strange loneliness
and it is this knowledge
which makes him suffer.”