Romantic affection is not an autonomous aspect of life; it does not have a unique meaning. There is noguarantee that it will be redemptive (as idealizations of love may portray it as being).

Romantic affection is a unique avenue, qualitatively incomparable with other modes of experience. The opposite of love is not literal sequestration from other people; it is feeling alone in the middle of a crowd, or feeling ignored by a crowd.

You escape from isolation: not to a person who only duplicates you, but to one who intrigues and awes you. It's not a mirror for solipsism; it's the attraction of the unfathomable.

There are "relationships"--which may end in marriage--which reflect convenience and comfort. The pragmatic affair where you value the other for reliability and carrying their own weight and so forth (not the impossible dream).

The other person may have exactly those qualities which you feel incomplete for lacking. You may take the other person as a mentor in some aspect or aspects of life. So there is this complementarity. 

There is also the resonance, the mutual comprehension, the emotional support. The explosive emotional response.

Sex and sexual attraction are integral in this romantic affection. (When there is no sharing of perspectives, when the other is not fetching, then sex does not have the meaning it does in love.) Consenting sex need not be anything but a "reflex." Accompanying romantic love, it gains a meaning of acceptance, ecstasy, an abandonment of self to merge with another subjectivity. Real sex is overwhelmingly tactile. To touch the other person is "electric." Sex may offer a transfusion of vitality from the other person.

How another person's touch feels to you is a sign of how you feel about them.

Touching etc. as an expression of affection doesn't need a theoretical apology. It's the absence of such affection that requires an explanation.

Love means the richness of the encounter of another person, who echoes you, complements you. Who is a constant source of surprise. Who comprises an intent which you find fetching, which you admire, and yet which you do not circumscribe.

In life, one may become resigned to isolation and not experience the deficit as a vacancy. One is alone in a crowd, or is shouldered aside by the crowd. Then you meet someone whose comprehension resonates with yours, who has the same emotional dimensions, who accepts you, and at the same time may be different in a way which seems to complete you. Combined with the evocation of lust.

Love throws one in turmoil because of the shattering of one's isolation.Accompanying romantic love, it gains a meaning of acceptance, ecstasy, an abandonment of self to merge with another subjectivity. Real sex is overwhelmingly tactile. To touch the other person is "electric." Sex may offer a transfusion of vitality from the other person.

singing for dummies

help. I totally thought i had a somewhat listen-to-able voice..... photo booth, you have failed me.

When my thoughts arent clear and nothing seems sure...

I have just encountered the reality behind sex, and how women are screwed over, biologically...

    It was under my nose this entire time, and yet I still could not figure out why it was so easy for every guy I ever experienced sexually, to climax, and I - although committed to the moment- could not. What we know of sex today is pleasure, and reproduction, but the sole purpose for us humans to have sex, is to biologically reproduce offspring, not soley for pleasure. But why is it that men MUST climax while attempting to fertilize a womans eggs, ultimately making it a most pleasurable, desired experience, and woman do not? Shouldn't, in a most perfect world both men and women equally get off during sex BEFORE the sperms swim their way to the refuge of our awaiting eggs? There could easily have been the evolution of a pink door with a pulley, barn style, anything, that easily goes up, or swings open during an orgasm welcoming the tadpoles in, just like a mans penis does to send those sperms out to battle. So that all in all, without climax, reproduction is unwelcome for both partners....Who is in control of these matters here?

So then i think to myself, am I just seeing sex as a lustful thing and not acknowledging its depth?  Well maybe in someone's eyes who does not know me and of how deeply connected I look to be with the person I choose to experience nowadays, yet it is here that I realize my own issue with it: I've loved someone and understood them, but was unable to connect with them on this "connected" level until I stopped playing by the rules, and started to ask questions and think about my past experiences why I may have made the decisions in the past to experience certain people or to have been involved in such a dentrimentally social lifestyle but most of all things began to unravel when I started to reveal myself to myself. Its kind of like always knowing their was something weird about the way you thought, or what you thought about whenever you were thinking, which was always, and then meeting someone who thought the thoughts you so often thought perspectively and as periodically, who confirmed that your thoughts had meaning; and you didn't feel so alone in your own head anymore. 

And in those moments of connection during the late hours of the evening, or the early hours over half drinken non-fat white mochas in the day, my head clear and open, I began to realize how important it was for me to be honest and true to myself in allowing myself to have a true connection that I felt was deep enough before I could ever connect intamately and therefore sexually.