"Do they have a pool?" he asks, "I'll bring my trunks. Do you swim? Bring your suit."
"Yes, I swim, but we didn't use suits before."
I'm laughing, because our first, no, second night, together, we got into the jacuzzi,
Nekkid, before we ever kissed.
"We had our own tub."
I can see him smiling.
Before we had ever kissed
You poured water down my breasts
You let me wrap my legs around you
My foot touched, my toes nearly touched
You intimately, it was easy, an ease between us.
We soaked in the warmth
We giggled, not talking, not like the first night
Relaxing,
Bubbling,
Letting the jets massage our legs
We're chest deep in roiling water and
Shyness and, dare I say it,
Some joy.
Your hair is so curly and so red and so thick and
Your skin is so porcelain white, so white the white of the
Clouds reminds me of the muscles and shapes of your body
I exult with laughter and happiness each time a cloud
Reminds me of you.
.
We're planning to meet again at a hotel in the middle of
America, the middle of next month, a month and a
Year after last I heard from you - I thought you were
Dead! Hearing from you again has set me atumble, I
Worry about seeing you holding you talking to you
Making love to you again it was so good before I
Hope you want me like you used to you've been
Through so much in a year.
.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
The Choices of a Man
,If I'm a Man, my contraceptive choices (in no particular order) are:
1. Abstain (keep it in my pants)
2. Condom (wear a raincoat, not go bareback, use a French Letter, or a Rubber, or an Oven Mitt; you get the idea)
3. Vasectomy (tie off the vas deferens to prevent sperm from being ejaculated)
4. Rhythm or Coitus Interuptus *ROTFLMAO* (Not really contraception, but recommended as such by The Pope, supposedly a Virgin inexperienced in sexual relations)
5. Masturbation (choking the chicken, autonomy, self-love, spanking the monkey, rub one out)
6. Ben Franklin Method (only have sex with older women or known-to-be infertile women)
7. No Responsibility (only have paid sex with prostitutes or homosexual encounters).
If contraception fails, the consequences lie entirely with the woman.
If I'm a Woman, my contraceptive choices are:
1. Abstain (keep my pants on, excluding HONEST RAPE (Ron Paul, you are despicable)
2. Condom or Chemical or Mechanical (partner consents to use a Rubber, you take The Pill or an Injection, you wear an Intrauterine Device - or just keep your pants on, groaaaaan)
3. Get your Fallopian tubes cut and burned (if allowed; only if you've had several children and are over a certain age)
4. Rhythm or Coitus Interuptus (even The Pope knows this doesn't work - he's still ROTFLHAO)
5. Masturbation (autonomous self-love, spanking the monkey, rub one out; you gotta be strong - see #1; don't give in)
6. Be a Lesbian (no fraternizing with the enemy; risk social sanctions)
Scheist, women only get six choices; see how unfair this is already?
Oh, wait. I guess there's one more:
I knew an abortion runner who worked it during the 1940s and 1950s. She'd arrange the details with the woman in need: the payment of money, the secretive transport, the place, "the doctor" who performed the injection with mercury, Mercury!; the woman's return to her safe place. She also insured no particular was ever revealed.
She was proud of the work she did, made a good living at it, never got caught, and says she never lost a client to sickness or death of the woman, both common risks of illegal abortion; mostly eradicated by making abortion legal.
Her descriptions made my head spin. I graduated the same year Roe vs Wade passed. I knew several high-school classmates who'd had "babies out of wedlock," had been forced into “marriages of convenience,” and, who'd had illegal abortions.
It's amazing to me how many of my classmates in the under-18 illegal-abortion group had parents who were staunch Christians - my sister's parents included, when she had her abortion.
Oh, wait! that was AFTER Roe vs Wade. But our parents had their rationale of experience of friends and family who'd had carried babies only to give them up for adoption - including knowing all the emotional consequences thereof.
How many people (women, or couples, or families) had availed themselves of abortion services in the 1940s and 1950s?
Plenty Plenty Plenty. The numbers of abortions have actually decreased since the passage of Roe vs Wade.
There were actually more abortions annually before the change to legal abortions than after R v W (this fact is tracked at the Center for Disease Control, the CDC).
But I digress. This is about The Choices of a Man.
To limit women’s choices smacks of discrimination, which, as we know from the smackdown on California's Prop 8 yesterday, discriminating against a singular group of people is completely unacceptable.
Still, in high school, in my senior civics class we were assigned a community project. I wanted to call in Planned Parenthood to speak to our class. Planned Parenthood only wanted to come out to our tiny rural school for an assembly.
I had to go to the principal, who vetoed it 100 percent. I spilled my intel: what about this one and that one and the other who are pregnant/post-abortion/gave up a baby?
I named, to my shame now, four young women, my classmates, NOT girls, young WOMEN who were sexually active and who should have had the option of convenient and inexpensive birth control.
In our rural school, it was a 30 mile drive, a long trip nearly 40 years ago, to avail oneself of Planned Parenthood services.
It wasn’t like all of us could go to the local doctor - that sensible MD, who accepted my Huge Lie of Horrible Periods to put me on The Pill; that same doc who recommended the doctor who performed my sister’s abortion. Dr Hermann, your courage amazes to me, even to this day.
I somehow convinced the Principal to okay the school assembly, inviting Planned Parenthood, with his the caveat that every student had to have a parental signature.
Permission slips were duly printed and handed out, the invitation made. I believe, to this day, that only ONE of those signatures was real. I believe it because that mother was the only adult to show up at the assembly; 550 students in the school, 550 showed up, plus one parent.
Do I think anything has changed for teenagers today?
No.
Were we hungry then for information about contraception?
I think we were ravenous.
.
1. Abstain (keep it in my pants)
2. Condom (wear a raincoat, not go bareback, use a French Letter, or a Rubber, or an Oven Mitt; you get the idea)
3. Vasectomy (tie off the vas deferens to prevent sperm from being ejaculated)
4. Rhythm or Coitus Interuptus *ROTFLMAO* (Not really contraception, but recommended as such by The Pope, supposedly a Virgin inexperienced in sexual relations)
5. Masturbation (choking the chicken, autonomy, self-love, spanking the monkey, rub one out)
6. Ben Franklin Method (only have sex with older women or known-to-be infertile women)
7. No Responsibility (only have paid sex with prostitutes or homosexual encounters).
If contraception fails, the consequences lie entirely with the woman.
If I'm a Woman, my contraceptive choices are:
1. Abstain (keep my pants on, excluding HONEST RAPE (Ron Paul, you are despicable)
2. Condom or Chemical or Mechanical (partner consents to use a Rubber, you take The Pill or an Injection, you wear an Intrauterine Device - or just keep your pants on, groaaaaan)
3. Get your Fallopian tubes cut and burned (if allowed; only if you've had several children and are over a certain age)
4. Rhythm or Coitus Interuptus (even The Pope knows this doesn't work - he's still ROTFLHAO)
5. Masturbation (autonomous self-love, spanking the monkey, rub one out; you gotta be strong - see #1; don't give in)
6. Be a Lesbian (no fraternizing with the enemy; risk social sanctions)
Scheist, women only get six choices; see how unfair this is already?
Oh, wait. I guess there's one more:
I knew an abortion runner who worked it during the 1940s and 1950s. She'd arrange the details with the woman in need: the payment of money, the secretive transport, the place, "the doctor" who performed the injection with mercury, Mercury!; the woman's return to her safe place. She also insured no particular was ever revealed.
She was proud of the work she did, made a good living at it, never got caught, and says she never lost a client to sickness or death of the woman, both common risks of illegal abortion; mostly eradicated by making abortion legal.
Her descriptions made my head spin. I graduated the same year Roe vs Wade passed. I knew several high-school classmates who'd had "babies out of wedlock," had been forced into “marriages of convenience,” and, who'd had illegal abortions.
It's amazing to me how many of my classmates in the under-18 illegal-abortion group had parents who were staunch Christians - my sister's parents included, when she had her abortion.
Oh, wait! that was AFTER Roe vs Wade. But our parents had their rationale of experience of friends and family who'd had carried babies only to give them up for adoption - including knowing all the emotional consequences thereof.
How many people (women, or couples, or families) had availed themselves of abortion services in the 1940s and 1950s?
Plenty Plenty Plenty. The numbers of abortions have actually decreased since the passage of Roe vs Wade.
There were actually more abortions annually before the change to legal abortions than after R v W (this fact is tracked at the Center for Disease Control, the CDC).
But I digress. This is about The Choices of a Man.
To limit women’s choices smacks of discrimination, which, as we know from the smackdown on California's Prop 8 yesterday, discriminating against a singular group of people is completely unacceptable.
Still, in high school, in my senior civics class we were assigned a community project. I wanted to call in Planned Parenthood to speak to our class. Planned Parenthood only wanted to come out to our tiny rural school for an assembly.
I had to go to the principal, who vetoed it 100 percent. I spilled my intel: what about this one and that one and the other who are pregnant/post-abortion/gave up a baby?
I named, to my shame now, four young women, my classmates, NOT girls, young WOMEN who were sexually active and who should have had the option of convenient and inexpensive birth control.
In our rural school, it was a 30 mile drive, a long trip nearly 40 years ago, to avail oneself of Planned Parenthood services.
It wasn’t like all of us could go to the local doctor - that sensible MD, who accepted my Huge Lie of Horrible Periods to put me on The Pill; that same doc who recommended the doctor who performed my sister’s abortion. Dr Hermann, your courage amazes to me, even to this day.
I somehow convinced the Principal to okay the school assembly, inviting Planned Parenthood, with his the caveat that every student had to have a parental signature.
Permission slips were duly printed and handed out, the invitation made. I believe, to this day, that only ONE of those signatures was real. I believe it because that mother was the only adult to show up at the assembly; 550 students in the school, 550 showed up, plus one parent.
Do I think anything has changed for teenagers today?
No.
Were we hungry then for information about contraception?
I think we were ravenous.
.
I am so cruel
You say you want me.
You don't have time for me.
Tell me you're thinking of me.
I never hear from you.
I made it real easy although
I don't think I made it clear.
I told you I already sent myself
Roses so I wouldn't miss you
on Valentine's Day if you got it
you would know I have no
expectations of you as well as
I know you won't meet any of
my needs.
.
I will be the foam on the wave.
Ride in - enjoy it - disappear
when the wave leaves, as it
inevitably does, without
being impacted, because foam
is just air, after all.
Not consumed or subsumed,
just there, then ready to go
again.
You don't have time for me.
Tell me you're thinking of me.
I never hear from you.
I made it real easy although
I don't think I made it clear.
I told you I already sent myself
Roses so I wouldn't miss you
on Valentine's Day if you got it
you would know I have no
expectations of you as well as
I know you won't meet any of
my needs.
.
I will be the foam on the wave.
Ride in - enjoy it - disappear
when the wave leaves, as it
inevitably does, without
being impacted, because foam
is just air, after all.
Not consumed or subsumed,
just there, then ready to go
again.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Prop 8 is Unconstitutional
I'm still processing all I've heard on Rachel Maddow tonight, listening to attorney Ted Olsen, who looks, amazingly, like my grandpa's brother, my Great-Uncle Dale - he sounds like him, too. I am enjoying the deep rumble his voice reaches now and again, so much like my motorcycle. It's all good, but I digress.
More importantly, I'm listening to his words regarding California's Proposition 8, which had authorized the civil right to marry the one you love. The Court had said "selecting out a group by particular characteristics," to prevent people from marrying one they love, is without merit.
My friend had married her same-sex partner in California before Prop 8, so I asked her what the impact of today's ruling was for her; the impact may be minimal, since she has rights in Alaska as a state employee, for her civil union to be recognized for benefits, signed off by no less than former Governor Sarah Palin.
I'll wait for her answer back, but I feel joy that she gets the same civil right I have - and far be it from me to prevent anyone from enjoying the misery of marriage; she and her wife are so strong and beautiful - I am delighted they get to keep their legal relationship.
Won't it be great when a legal marriage that occurred in California is recognized across these United States, from Sea to Shining Sea.
.
More importantly, I'm listening to his words regarding California's Proposition 8, which had authorized the civil right to marry the one you love. The Court had said "selecting out a group by particular characteristics," to prevent people from marrying one they love, is without merit.
My friend had married her same-sex partner in California before Prop 8, so I asked her what the impact of today's ruling was for her; the impact may be minimal, since she has rights in Alaska as a state employee, for her civil union to be recognized for benefits, signed off by no less than former Governor Sarah Palin.
I'll wait for her answer back, but I feel joy that she gets the same civil right I have - and far be it from me to prevent anyone from enjoying the misery of marriage; she and her wife are so strong and beautiful - I am delighted they get to keep their legal relationship.
Won't it be great when a legal marriage that occurred in California is recognized across these United States, from Sea to Shining Sea.
.
Friday, February 3, 2012
The DJ Series, part one
You saw me on the hottest day ever
Me in a black sweater
Take it off, you asked, aren't you too hot?
I looked at you
Ohh, you're already in love, I thought.
Too close, we stood too close together,
I could see inside you
You looked at me, you looked
like you wanted to say
something
Walked away, you walked on
you mocked, something you said
made me know you were in deep
too soon, already.
Right there next to me in
the midst of all those others,
I knew.
.
How do we stretch things
over space and time?
When your kiss came to me
I knew it was you
Unseen, felt deep
Encompassing.
How can that be?
.
Hidden, keep it hidden,
You're my secret go to,
You're mine alone, I
Don't share a word about you
I hold you close to me,
See you when my deepest need
cannot be expressed
Or contained.
Me in a black sweater
Take it off, you asked, aren't you too hot?
I looked at you
Ohh, you're already in love, I thought.
Too close, we stood too close together,
I could see inside you
You looked at me, you looked
like you wanted to say
something
Walked away, you walked on
you mocked, something you said
made me know you were in deep
too soon, already.
Right there next to me in
the midst of all those others,
I knew.
.
How do we stretch things
over space and time?
When your kiss came to me
I knew it was you
Unseen, felt deep
Encompassing.
How can that be?
.
Hidden, keep it hidden,
You're my secret go to,
You're mine alone, I
Don't share a word about you
I hold you close to me,
See you when my deepest need
cannot be expressed
Or contained.
She Didn't Want It, Reprise (DJ)
You bring huge comfort to me
Your love making
How you keep it going,
building for days, sometimes weeks,
too long while I ache for you
Call you, tell you I don't want you
Laugh and laugh, rant, rave, you laugh with me,
Egg me on
Say what you want
I say I don't want you
Don't call back,
I don't want you
I'm calling to say
don't tie me back
Don't let me take you in my mouth
Don't kiss me so hard like you do
the kisses that flip me open
that warm my universe and make me
melt with delight
Tonight
You got it right
All day long you called me
Called me to you
Called my body to yield
My lips my breast my hips
You're in me
Rocking me, I propel, too free
Your smile says it all
You've loved me for years.
Your love making
How you keep it going,
building for days, sometimes weeks,
too long while I ache for you
Call you, tell you I don't want you
Laugh and laugh, rant, rave, you laugh with me,
Egg me on
Say what you want
I say I don't want you
Don't call back,
I don't want you
I'm calling to say
don't tie me back
Don't let me take you in my mouth
Don't kiss me so hard like you do
the kisses that flip me open
that warm my universe and make me
melt with delight
Tonight
You got it right
All day long you called me
Called me to you
Called my body to yield
My lips my breast my hips
You're in me
Rocking me, I propel, too free
Your smile says it all
You've loved me for years.
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