Coming and crying...

Love is blind, they say; but sex ... sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of writers. Yet, as he finally lets himself loose and experiences every mistake he denied himself, he realises that in fact, a person's sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. What a person finds sexually attractive is a reflection on their entire philosophy of life. The people we sleep with are a valuation of ourselves. Because no matter what corruption we're taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which we cannot perform for any motive but our own enjoyment - an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces us to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept our real ego as our standard of value. We will always be attracted to the person who reflects our deepest vision of ourselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience - or to fake - a sense of self-esteem. Sex is our response to our highest values - and can be nothing else.

It's time to be his plus one...

Rage against the machine...

When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back. A single moment, a flash within time, is more than enough time for us to decide whether or not to accept our destiny. Because the only way that we can live, is if we grow, and the only way that we can grow is if we change, and the only way that we can change is if we learn, and the only way we can learn is if we are exposed, and the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. So do it. Throw yourself. I dare you,