“While sometimes unpleasant in the telling,
The Truth is always beautiful.”
Since childhood, I never seemed to care one way or the other. I liked boys. I liked girls. That innocence must remain. In the heavy shroud of adulthood, the darkness of mankind, where do I make a stand? Will I fight to the Death?
-The base wandering of minds, internal carnal conversation, the exploration of unknown sexuality, fantasies of lovers never had- How could one fight for innocence? We are crippled by desire, a flight that scrapes the skies.
I long for beauty, body and spirit. Is it a simple curiosity? What is the distinction? Where am I content?
I am attracted to women. I am attracted to men. Both male and female are entirely exquisite; the human form an unimpeachable pinnacle of creation. How can one be denied in its desirability? It is all inseparable from the wonder and the mystery of being adrift, apart in union.
Let it roll through you. Let it sink in. What do you desire? It’s just a little catharsis. I love all of you and you love all of me. I want consummation, you want consummation. To touch the innermost.
Is it a sin to desire the flesh? Buddha tells me “Yes,” that desire is the root to a weed that must be killed. Rumi tells me “No,” that desire is the key to a gift that must be enjoyed. Verily, the desire is pure, the will is yours, and nothing more.