Geez

Let's get one thing straight, first of all.

When I say "Quantum Thoughts," and I start spouting off about trying to figure out what it's all about, I don't mean this:

http://www.creatingconsciously.com/quantumphysics.html?gclid=CMnfuvbKnZMCFQhusgodRz1zwQ

Just so we're clear. It ain't that easy, or simple. Those poor people.....

Hi honey!

I'm going to come back here, if for no other reason than to continue my navel-gazing. This time, however, I intend to do it in a way that those persons closest to me (one, in particular) will find not-in-the-least hurtful, or secretive, or shameful. Any "friendships" that develop via comments or mutual interests from or with others out there will be fully and completely disclosed here and in my "real" life. This is to be just a place for me to post writings, think my thoughts and enjoy the inspiring efforts of others as I find them. I'm not doing this for anyone but me, that's true, but this time around I won't allow that truth to lull me into a false sense of what I can say or do here. I want you (and you know who you are) to know that you can come here and read what I've said, and what people have said in the comments, and what I may say in others' comments, and it will all be only a reflection of a man who needs you and loves you. This will require no self-censorship, but it will require self-discipline and self-control, something sorely lacking in my earlier efforts. This may be my blog, my place to stare at my navel, but in the end there is no way for me to accept that I alone can decide what is appropriate here, because with you in my life, there simply is no "I alone" anymore. I want you to be proud of me and of what I may be able to write or think here, as I am of you.

So, let's see where this goes.

A new limerick

A middle aged man with pellagra*
Tried to cure himself with some Viagra
But his efforts all failed
And his wife was impaled
On their subsequent trip to Niagara
*Definitions of pellagra:

noun: a disease caused by deficiency of niacin or tryptophan (or by a defect in the metabolic conversion of tryptophan to niacin); characterized by gastrointestinal disturbances and erythema and nervous or mental disorders; may be caused by malnutrition or alcoholism or other nutritional impairments

Peep Show

L sent me this. In keeping with our "ladies of the night" theme today, I just had to post it.

Client Number Nine

A man we all thought to be most astute
Is in fact quite the patron of prostitutes
After six years of trysts
With ladies high-priced
Now finds himself held in great disrepute

Cattle rub and Orangutan

For Photomuse; go here to "get" it.

Blog for Choice Day

I am totally unqualified for this, being a man. I didn't even think I wanted to say anything else here. But honey, if you read this, I want you to know how much I love you, and that I'm working on something for you that I hope will be a success. In the meantime, I've said this before on this forum, and when I found out what today was, I felt compelled to repeat it here.

The decision to terminate a pregnancy is the most difficult decision I can imagine ever demanding to have the right to make.

I love you.

Incest?

I heard an interesting news story this morning. A married couple had their marriage annulled. Here's why: they learned they were brother and sister, twins separated at birth, then adopted, raised by separate families and unaware of their relationship when they met, dated and wed.

Let's now assume the following. They loved each other completely. Their relationship was as close, successful and intimate as our modern American culture would allow. Did they have children? If so, were those children "normal"? If not, did they nonetheless love each other in the same way that people who have loved and agonized over their children done so?

So. Tell me, what of their discovery that they are, in fact, siblings. Remember, they have an intimate and physically beautiful relationship. They love each other, and not like siblings, but as lovers and as soulmates. They marry. Maybe they've had beautiful, healthy children. Maybe not, but they love each other, they DESIRE each other, more than Neitszche could say they desired the desire.

Me? Impossible situations, impossible dilemmas. There is nothing less worth considering.