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Jul. 22nd, 2005 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
second_bananaThunder 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
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
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Date: 2005-07-23 11:51 pm (UTC)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*