Mei5ter
You Have Been Warned
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I'm not sure I have entirely understood all this, but the version of desire which you describe here is very different from what I feel. Certainly now, and probably throughout my life.
When do you feel most ravenous - for touch, for attention, for power? Do you feed that hunger, or do you starve it?
What part of your desire do you keep hidden because it feels too intense, too much, too… consuming?
Who brings out the version of you that bites back, that claws for more? What is it about them that just makes you crave being swallowed whole?
Isn’t it funny how we act surprised by desire when we’re already covered in the aftermath? What would it take for you to finally fess up and get what you want - or have you already?
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Desire, passion, feeling ravenous...yes. But they aren't abstracts. They're specific to people and situations. That's what makes them desirable. Otherwise, they aren't just not desirable but can be actively negative. To give an easy example, I love attention just as much as the next person who has sufficient of an inner diva that she has her own nickname. But I also know the misery that comes when I have to settle for a few cheap, random shots of dopamine instead of the good stuff. It's why, when some friends suddenly post sexy pics all over Lit, I see it as a warning sign and time to check they're okay.
And for sexual desire and touch, it's similar. Those feelings come out, in all their fullness and strength, when they have the right person to connect with. If I don't have that person, they don't come out in the same way, and maybe that's why I don't then feel the ache of missing them as keenly as you describe,. But above all, I have learned that I don't crave someone to give me attention, touch, power or whatever. If it isn't right, I'm better off without.
One of my favourite authors described “that time of life when a man can draw an Epicurean enjoyment even from his own passions - the halcyon period between the self-tormenting exuberance of youth and the fretful carpe diem of approaching senility." I'd say that pretty much sums it up for me, although it's such a good quotation that I'd post it even if it didn't. But our passions, of whatever kind, are transformed by being shared with someone who feels as you do, and lessened and debased and cheapened by being shared with people who don't.