Thursday, December 20, 2007

In This Vale of Tears

Personal shit going on. Can't blog. Can barely function. DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, so let's don't.

Here, read this. Partly thanks to the aforementioned personal shit, it made me melancholy. Nothing wrong with that--I won't say anything puerile about laughter and tears being two sides of the same coin, but, well, let's just say I love this post with all my heart and Sylvia/M, you should freewrite more often:

Sometimes it’s easy to take yourself way too seriously while having sex. I dread waking up next to someone who’s thinking “circle left, forward right, and this is how I make an orgasm” when I really want to be close to them. To wake up spooning. To feel them exploring my body — I mean, sometimes it’s not important if I get off. If I get off many times but don’t feel close enough to give an expression of mirth, then that’s my cue to leave. Laughter’s not mandatory for all sexual encounters, but it’s required for intimacy.

I can’t imagine a great sexual experience without laughter having something to do with its execution. Because being able to laugh with someone, at someone, to someone — that’s a hell of a connection.


You'll go read the whole thing now if you know what's good for you. Don't cross me today! Or next week. Or the week after that one, either.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

OK, but if you DO want to talk about it, you know my email address. . .

Anonymous said...

I send warm wishes for better days. Immediately. Gotcher Christmas present (mostly) today!

Sylvia/M said...

I ain't wanna make folks cry!!!

But on a serious note, I'm here to talk if you need me. Enjoy your holiday. :)

Rob said...

And now, I'm laughing. Thanks for pointing me to a jewel of an entry.

ilyka said...

I really, really meant to omit comments from this post. But seeing as I didn't--thanks, y'all.

Shriek of delight at seeing Sheezlebub! How the hell are you?

I ain't wanna make folks cry!!!

Hahaha! Hey, but it got me thinking and feeling, right?

If I work up the nerve and/or get drunk enough one of these days I might have to sneak in a little entry to the whole conversation.

Anonymous said...

Hey, Ilyka--I'm doing well. Very busy these days with the new job. I breeze in and out of bloglandia every so often when I can. I'm glad to see you're posting again, though sorry to hear the personal shit has hit the fan. :(

I have a cat now. God help me, I'm becoming a cliche.

Anonymous said...

I'll keep a good thought for you to feel better soon. And I'm glad you forgot to omit comments - I understand what it's like to feel kind of self-conscious about putting info out there that may generate empathy from people, like hello I didn't intend to sound like I was trolling for an outpour of love...but...I also think it's a pretty big deal to let people be kind to us when they want to be. Not meaning to sound preachy when I say that, it's just ...I notice that not necessarily everybody on the planet wants to be kind to any one of us to begin with, so I think the least we can do for ourselves is let it in where it pops up...

And/or looked at another way - you're pretty lovable, so you are interrupting the natural flow of things if you get in the way of any of us loving on you! : )

ilyka said...

I have a cat now. God help me, I'm becoming a cliche.

Embrace it! That's what I say.

I notice that not necessarily everybody on the planet wants to be kind to any one of us to begin with, so I think the least we can do for ourselves is let it in where it pops up.

[packs bags to run away with Joan]

Anonymous said...

[for you and a select group of others, always available to be runned-away-with]