Misconceptions

When in the pursuit of love a love so true so deep don’t sh sh sh sha la don’t ruin a good thing don’t pursue only sh sh sh sha discard your halfway hopes your downtrodden exhausted hopes to settle instead for a functional relationship I expand the differererence being tact not honesty so do not ruin a good thing but say what is right though not necessarily true like I love the way your sweat your skin under the bright sun of a blue summer a green summer a yellow not necessarily a gray I love the way your eyes make me feel meditated enlightened reincarnated your fingers your teeth your your you’re smiling as if to say do not ruin a good thing darling as if to say without honesty you may fail to find with tact the perfect romance the perfect man the perfect kiss but at least you will be happy when tact not honesty is most important for how else do politicians ruin a good thing when I mean to say love is not a democracy not a choice by the people but an accident.
-Amy

Garfield Gone Wild

For Health Reasons

I've often wondered about that feeling you get when you're with someone you love. Or lust for. The butterflies, as it were. The overwhelming feeling of being excited just at the sight of a person - at the thought of being near them, even for a moment. Where does this feeling come from? It's quite similar to feeling sick, in a way. You get flushed, your heart races, your blood seems to pound in your veins. Yet, we instinctively interpret it as a good feeling: we become addicted to the rush of love, addicted to the idea of being in love. So where does the distinction come from? Why don't we seek the feeling of being sick (or perhaps we do)? And why don't we avoid love like the plague its symptoms resemble? Maybe some of us do. Maybe the distinction is too fine for some of us to notice, that we recoil at our emotions, and run away from romantic opportunity. We get that feeling in our stomach, we notice our heart constricting, and we think: oh no. Not this again. So we sabotage our love lives. Only to discover that pangs of loneliness aren't a big improvement.
-Gal

Can I just add that Gal is my soulmate? I don't mind being lovesick for her.
-Amy

Skipping Pleasantries

So who doesn't have strange fetishes? People shouldn't be judged for liking feet...or urination. Whatever gets you hard, right? In any case, bodily fluids are a lot less damaging than heartbreak. Society is so used to judging other people's quirks that we don't notice that our collective fetish does more harm than any other: a fetish for love. Sure, it sounds innocent enough, but it always ends the same way -- and broken hearts don't heal as well as scarred thighs. At least people get pleasure out of S&M. No one asks to have their feelings hurt, and when it happens, it's not even much of a turn on. So you might be disgusted by our sexual practices, but we won't be the ones with urinary tract infections. Who's hot now, bitch?
-Amy

Sugar Rush