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[second_banana]

Thunder makes me happy. There was lightening earlier tonight, but I'm glad I stayed up despite the fact that my eyes are blurring from the tired because the thunder just hit. Is it bad that I actually hope we loose power at some point? Maybe I just want a good excuse to play with fire. "Sho pretty" doesn't seem to be enough for the parents in the middle of July.

I wish I lived in Portland. It would make some things much easier.


I crave the familiar. I want to be wrapped up in things I know and love. When I meet knew people, I don't want to "get to know" them, I want them to become familiar. The degrees of familiarity change and that is okay, but new people, truly new people make me nervous. Until they become familiar.

When I want to deepen a relationship with someone, I want them to become someone I am more at ease with. Someone I can be myself around and who can be themselves around me. I can't do that with some of my friends. I think the most intimate thing in the world is to be in a room with someone, cuddled together or off doing separate things, but being so familiar with each other's presence that it becomes a sort of unspoken choreography of integrating that person into what ever you are doing. Changing the way you kiss, or moving around them as they read on your sofa. That sort of thing.

My icon is from Lady Chatterley. It's from my favorite scene in the book (altered for the film because they couldn't show their naughty bits) where Mellors and Lady C thread Forget-me-nots in each other's pubic hair. This has stuck with me for a long time. It honors both the lover's sexuality and their commitment to one another. It seems silly out of context, but I really liked how it was done. It was acceptance. It was familiarity *and* acceptance with both the body and the person. And then to add on to that the best line of Robert Herrick's poem Gather ye rosebuds while ye may just made it perfect.

That was random. The thunder's still going though. That is good.

More flist love is coming. If I haven't spammed you with my adoration you handle starts with s-z, you are causette who I added after I finished the Cs or I don't know who you are.

~Susan

Comments

[piperbelle.livejournal.com]

I think we would get along great in real life (even though I could be your mom, if I had you when I was a teenager mind you!)

Anyway, I love thunder storms, especially when watching them from a covered veranda.

And I completely agree with your random ramble about familiarity. I love the comfortable silences that can exist between close friends. When you don't feel the need to nervously fill every pause with chatter. I was having brunch with my best friend one day and she said (after some silence), "I love that when you're with a friend, sometimes you just don't have to say anything at all." I was her maid or honor at her wedding and used that example in my toast.

Okay, I'm such a sap. My eyes are getting misty.

*hugs you and says nothing more*

[second-banana.livejournal.com]

You are one of those people who I would dearly love to meet. You really do rock.

*hugs you back*

[elvensorceress.livejournal.com]

*wonders if she can post silence in LJ*

;)

*sends you all the love in the world*

[second-banana.livejournal.com]

*sits silently with you*

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*squees loudly because you are foolish enough to want to the The Island with me*

...

*goes back to being silent with you*

[grenciamars.livejournal.com]

Thats one of the many things I miss about the east coast so much. We have lots of thunderstorms here, in the day and at night. When you get a lot of storms you notice there are different types(like how the wind blows, the kin of rain, the kind of lightning, the light conditions) and different post storms(the way it looks after the storm). I love all the storms but my favorite post storm is as follows. It usually takes place in late afternoon, the storm has passed mostly but there are still some clouds about. The sun sets and turns the whole sky gold. The power has been taken out and if you go to a shopping center (the one I think of in particular is one where I used to work) and because the power is out all the stores are closed and thus no cars. The rain on the asphalt turns the parking lot into a glistening black mirror that reflects the gold sky and it's SOOO gorgeous. If I get the chance I'll take a picture the next time there is a post storm like that.

[second-banana.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh, sounds shiny!

I can remember my favorite storm in crystal clear detail. It was amazing. I'll have to tell you about it some time.
*dreamy sigh*