Isolated Blurt Thread

[joeys-game]

i'm melting again.

its just as bad up here..lets get wet and stand in front of the fan ...

 

[ibhard]

would you like me to harden you up?

what makes you think you haven't already? *entrhralled with av*

 

[Guest]

Amen. You are most definitely one beautiful bitch, Mal.

I think I shall have that printed on a t-shirt.

 

[impressive]

I think I shall have that printed on a t-shirt.

Or a button?

 

[artisticbiguy]

what makes you think you haven't already? *entrhralled with av*

*fretting* how will I ever live up to that AV? *chewing on nails*
(I won't always be at the perfect angle or flattering lighting!)

 

[BlackShanglan]

Really? Are there some things like that?

(As with my previous post above, I'm not dong a very good job of embracing romantic sentiments this morning. Maybe it's first-thing-in-the-morning, first-cuppa thing. However, this does raise an interesting question. Some things have such high dividends that one does not mind the associated costs, but could there be some things have only dividends? I suspect not -something about laws of thermodynamics, or free lunches, or somehthing . . . I could be wrong - need to think about this some more.)

On the whole I agree with Wilde - that everything must be paid for. He meant, in that letter written from prison, not just the physical things of life - although the images are beautiful when he speaks of them, with "the clear turtle soup, the luscious ortolans wrapped in their crinkled Sicilian vine-leaves, the heavy amber-coloured, indeed almost amber-scented champagne" - but the emotional, spiritual, and intellectual gifts as well. It is in that letter that he says something that has been with me profoundly since then, and that I have thought of in so many moments of my life - that sentimentalism is merely cynicism on summer's holiday, for a sentimentalist is someone who wants the luxury of a great emotion without paying for it. I've seen the truth of it in action in animal shelters, in writers' circles, in love affairs and in times of mourning, and I think it one of the finest and most important things even Wilde ever said. It set before me the model of true honesty with oneself. If one pays nothing, one is nothing.

Which, oddly enough, I think comes to this:

When you give -- without regard for what you'll get in return -- there are only dividends. Sounds bass ackwards, but 'tis true.

Yes. When you accept that the price itself is a good thing; when the pain of loss is part of the joy of loving; when the work and patience and sacrifice are themselves gestures of the emotion and part of it; when you would not forsake the cost any more than the pleasure - then there are only dividends left, because you've taken the price as something intrinsic in the thing and part of it. It is not a distant possibility that might happen, but a burden you take up willingly before the pleasure ever comes. You cannot envision the pleasure without it, because in truth it is part of it.

Shanglan

 

[carsonshepherd]

Arrrrrrrrrrrghhhhh!

 

[BlackShanglan]

Yui, you intrigue me so. I think you deeply beautiful, particularly when you are fierce, and again especially when you are loving and beloved and all is well in the world. You're a very lovely person.

But this line! -

I would rip and rend and pull muscle and female fat from bone and remake myself into something with which I could slink and slide and slither through life.

For a moment I thought we were kindred spirits. *laugh* Then I read the part about awakening lust in others. I should be delighted in a slinking, skulking, sliding form. Cat or dog or snake or badger, it wouldn't matter to me. I'd be the horse in a heartbeat. It would be such a pleasure, a whole new body and a happy farewell to the limitations of humanity.

Shanglan

 

[ibhard]

*fretting* how will I ever live up to that AV? *chewing on nails*
(I won't always be at the perfect angle or flattering lighting!)

no fretting. you do fine in whatever you are wearing. *licks*

 

[carsonshepherd]

I love how you get me.
I'm so lucky to have met you.

 

[ibhard]

its just as bad up here..lets get wet and stand in front of the fan ...

hmmmm, that's sounds like a plan. i haven't thought of that. ^^
*eyes my wind machine because it blows good*

 

[joeys-game]

hmmmm, that's sounds like a plan. i haven't thought of that. ^^
*eyes my wind machine because it blows good*

*good blow is essential in these situations*

now you stand there and ill stand right behind you, here.

 

[impressive]

Yes. When you accept that the price itself is a good thing; when the pain of loss is part of the joy of loving; when the work and patience and sacrifice are themselves gestures of the emotion and part of it; when you would not forsake the cost any more than the pleasure - then there are only dividends left, because you've taken the price as something intrinsic in the thing and part of it. It is not a distant possibility that might happen, but a burden you take up willingly before the pleasure ever comes. You cannot envision the pleasure without it, because in truth it is part of it.

Shanglan

It sounds so much better when you say it.

 

[Guest]

I can not love who I was, for that person is gone.

I can not love whom I will become, for that person isn't here yet.

I can only love who I am, and do what I do out of that love.

Self hatred destroys our past, enslaves our present, and dooms our futures!

i just wanna hug you so tight.
i love this.

 

[Guest]

It sounds so much better when you say it.

It's that magic tongue/lip thing

 

[lucky-E-leven]

I love my wife.

 

[Guest]

I love my wife.

your wife loves you
and her favorite breast is on the other side, away from the cam. *sigh*

 

[lucky-E-leven]

your wife loves you
and her favorite breast is on the other side, away from the cam. *sigh*

Alas, it is shy of all eyes but yours ... especially fond of your leeeps and tongue, it just reminded me.

 

[Guest]

Alas, it is shy of all eyes but yours ... especially fond of your leeeps and tongue, it just reminded me.

ofcourse...my raspberries too.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

ofcourse...my raspberries too.

Well, they (the raspberries) certainly take third place to the lips and tongue, but any time your mouth is that near either of my breastesses is a gooood thing.

 

[BlackShanglan]

It sounds so much better when you say it.

I think it's just longer.

Anything at all clever in there is all Oscar. But thank you very kindly.

 

[lucky-E-leven]

My eldest daugher is AMAZING!
Oh, and she sings hella righteous too.

~lucky

 

[maggot420]

unrelated blurt:

umm...im sorry

 

[SEVERUSMAX]

If you find religion an interesting topic, why is Roman history so damned boring to you?

Not meant for anyone here. Just had to vent at my old classmate Houman. Had a very exasperating conversation with him last night.

 

[Roxanne Appleby]

On the whole I agree with Wilde - that everything must be paid for. He meant, in that letter written from prison, not just the physical things of life - although the images are beautiful when he speaks of them, with "the clear turtle soup, the luscious ortolans wrapped in their crinkled Sicilian vine-leaves, the heavy amber-coloured, indeed almost amber-scented champagne" - but the emotional, spiritual, and intellectual gifts as well. It is in that letter that he says something that has been with me profoundly since then, and that I have thought of in so many moments of my life - that sentimentalism is merely cynicism on summer's holiday, for a sentimentalist is someone who wants the luxury of a great emotion without paying for it. I've seen the truth of it in action in animal shelters, in writers' circles, in love affairs and in times of mourning, and I think it one of the finest and most important things even Wilde ever said. It set before me the model of true honesty with oneself. If one pays nothing, one is nothing.
Shanglan

Holy cow! That is awesome! That is a total keeper! (copies and pastes) I don't know much else that Wilde said, but I wouldn't be surprised if you're right.

No wonder sentimentalism often makes me uncomfortable. If it's attached to philosophy (like the Aristotlean balance I often profess) or wistfulness about the intrinsic sadness of many aspects of human life (which I often express) then it does not make me uncomfortable, obviously. But when it's just floating, unattached to anything real - yes, uncomfortable.


(Interesting, a superficial google does not find that quote.)

BTW, there is a lot of sentimentalism expressed here, and it rarely makes me uncomfortable, because I see it as sincere efforts to express real feelings, perhaps in conventional forms that are not the most ideal, but sincere nevertheless. Just don't want anyone here thinking that I'm dissing their sentimental expressions. I usually can intuit the real feeling behind the words, and usually am touched by them.