Friday, December 12, 2008
The books that the world calls immoral are the books that show the world its own shame. -- Oscar WildeSex- essentially the desired secret of all.
Swept under the carpet in the stifling conversations of families.
Exaggerated in the laughters of friends.
Plonked into a untouchable corner with superiors.
Panted after by all, dreamed of by all. Passion arises with attraction. There's no use denying its presence.
Yet when it comes into the picture, or any of the matter, it drags with it a tonne of doubts and suspicions.
"Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer; sex raises its own questions."
It certainly isn't coveted in ALL parts of the world but I sincerely believe sex pulls all couples through all distances.
As children, we crave for affection in the form of hugs, hand holding and extra pairs of helping hands. In short, we crave TOUCH. Its grown-up sister, SEX, is naturely the next available form we crave.
Why then are we so tuned to laying the blame at Sex's door when things doesn't work out in a r/s?
Love comes in here, you say. But "Love is a misunderstanding between two fools."
Fool in the man. For "how can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?"
Fool in the woman. "Woman begins by resisting a man's advances and ends by blocking his retreat."
No woman can be truly delighted in opening her own door, footing her own bills, facing a house alone with no shoulder to soften her dreams. No man would desire a carefree alluring woman to turn into a possession green eye monster at the end of the courtship.
In a nutshell, Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance.
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