Hey baby, yes, as we’ve been saying, sexual ambivalence, in other people’s heads and in our own. The other day I was at a dinner party, one of the guests was a historian, he was talking about sex and marriage, how we think differently about them today.
Today, he says, marriage is supposed to contain a permanent sexual buzz, everyone thinks this is sanctified in ancient tradition, but they’re just wrong, it’s a latter-day sexual myth.
If you look at actual references to passionate love, until a few generations ago it was always clear that passion only comes outside marriage, and obviously so, marriage is permanent, passion is inherently short-lived. Passion only has duration if it’s frustrated, not if it’s fulfilled.
In which case, he points out, marriage is basically desirable as an organizing principle for the conduct of human affairs, especially inheritance. But you handle your passion elsewhere.
Then for some reason for the last eight or so generations that’s no longer how people think. So now marriage is supposed include passion, something it can’t possibly do. No wonder break-ups happen more.
Hey darling Jane, that thought makes all the ambivalence easier to deal with. The madness lies not in your head or mine, but in dimwitted ideas about permanent faithful passionate love, ideas accepted as incontrovertible truth. But they’re falsehoods.
So Jane, what you’re doing with your parties and me with my sweet little escort, those things aren’t weird or wrong, they’re normal. A fine thing to have in your head next time you’re providing all those blowjob services and other things that you do, which, incidentally, give me a big turn-on lying in bed at night thinking about.
Keep going baby, don’t forget you still have to tell me about that particularly naughty thing that you did. Rxxx
