Blog 824 – 11.24.2017

Encouraging Signs

In these sad times when so many terrible stories are coming to light of how so many men in positions of power have used that power to sexually harass, coerce, in some cases force, and in many more relentlessly try to get sexual favors from unwilling and in some cases also underaged women, one wonders if rich and powerful men are having so much trouble getting sex if anyone is getting sex anymore. But there are some encouraging signs.

I was at a work site early one morning and walking around and just had to snap a picture of what I saw, a bra hanging in a tree. Mischief afoot you say. I hope it was the consensual, sexual, and the mutually satisfying kind. The wooded area near a new construction site reminded me of the secluded “make out” places young people looked for to “park and pet” when I was a youngster. It is hard to believe sometimes that was a half a century ago. The memories, the thrills, are so real it seems like it was only yesterday. And it was. Sometimes, parents, oldsters can be so forgetful of what it was like to be young and in lust/love with passions so strong it was often hard to tell them apart at that age or any age. I smile and question what is wrong with that.

In a recent piece I talked sex up and said that people who worship the Bible should really read it. There are some wonderfully sexy stories in that book that might better inform some of their more staid and tight laced opinions about sex if they would only let it. The book of Solomon is one of the most erotic books ever written and for all the trying to “spiritualized” it. The flavor of passionate physical love still shines through.

I am thinking of the wonderful book Nineteen Eighty Four by George Orwell and the great solace and comfort the main character finds in the illicit sexual relationship he finds with a women he works with. How gray and austere the world of complete mind and body control by government/religion they found themselves in yet like the picture of the flower bursting forth in the middle of a concrete street their passion made a place for them, an oasis as it were. One of my favorite George Strait songs, not nearly as well-known as many of his hits is, Marina Del Rey. The chorus goes:

“On a hidden beach under a golden sun

She spread a blanket that we lay down on

And loved the world away in Marina Del Rey.

As we looked into each other’s eyes

We found our bodies lost in paradise

Like cast aways in Marina Del Rey.”

https://drive.google.com/open?id=1TtNSZCh1LWxo7UJRGLYApgcUFdGGy5TE

Everybody ought to have a passionate memory like that to warm their heart on cold nights. It is not too late to find some body and make one. I have seen some encouraging signs out there.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White