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CHAPTER 1
The War is Over
For thousands of years the human race had struggled with jealousy, spousal abuse, domestic violence, suspicion and imagined betrayal. Now men and women, lovers of every persuasion, gays, lesbians and bisexuals, have accepted their sexual, mammalian nature and instinct and can now differentiate between true love/affection and their individual sexual freedom.
Humans have finally acknowledged and accepted their sexual nature as animals. Divorce rates and domestic violence are practically nonexistent.
What was once called God's gift to man (sexual pleasure) and later perverted by society and religion has now been openly admitted, without guilt or shame or embarrassment. Human beings now realize their nudity is not a sin and have returned to a modern Garden of Eden.
We have always recognized our identity as physical beings and mental beings and spiritual beings. Finally we have acknowledged and accepted we are also sexual beings. The battle of the sexes is now finally over and both sexes have won. For the first time sexual peace of mind has been achieved.
CHAPTER 2
True Confessions
I personally and unilaterally had declared a truce in the war referred to as "the battle of the sexes." I had called a peace and freed both all of the men and all of the women from the slavery of jealousy, guilt, suspicion, even resentment and hatred, not to mention sometimes violence and murder.
All had been injured in this war, some more viciously than others. Some died. Some wished they were dead. The fighting and slaughter had been going on for thousands of years. Both sides were equally powerful with counter/balancing weapons. Neither side could ever win. It was and always had been a "Mexican stand-off" "a stalemate." The slaughter and torture was relentless with both sides butchering and imprisoning the other physically and mentally. Again neither side could ever win. And now it was finally over.
At least, it was over for me. I had had enough and daringly declared the truce. It was up to me to enforce the delicate treaty, hoping that both sides would accept the wisdom of peace and understanding of the nature of life and sex. It was particularly important for me to accept "the truth" with calm and composure in my own mind. It was not an easy thing.
I was in Miami. I was thinking about my wife. I loved my wife dearly. I wanted her to have anything that made her happy. I had freed myself in the truce and wanted her to have the same freedom. I was pretty sure she didn't want that freedom and almost positive that she didn't want me to have it. Still, the war was over and I wanted to test if the peace could last, at least within me. I also was lonely and wanted the companionship of a woman.
I had heard many, many, many men, almost all other men, speak of this desire. Their testicles and hormones require that they think this way. According to them, "It doesn't mean anything." I wanted to see if that was true. I thought of my wife again. What if she was having the same thoughts? Would that be ok with me? According to the truce and treaty, it would be. I loved my wife. She was precious.
I called the escort service. It was 3 AM.
I was, still am picky. I said, "I want a blue eyed blond about 5'3' with 36C breasts who has a good sense of humor and is highly intelligent and well educated." The man says, "Just a minute." An angelic voice answered the phone. I said, "Come on over." She arrived with two muscle men that made me show my driver's license, sign a document and give them the money and left. She was wonderful, graduate of Purdue, beautiful, open minded, extremely sexual.
We tested the truce and the logic behind it. The truce and the peace held. I still loved my wife more than ever. I wanted to celebrate the peace with her. I wondered if we could.
CHAPTER 3
Dominant Male Monologue
'Where the hell you been?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
— Jimi Hendrix, "Hey Joe"
Man has his woman To take his seed He's got the power She's got the need Only women bleed Only women bleed
— Alice Cooper, "Only Women Bleed"
Stop the bleeding.
CHAPTER 4
Modern Canterbury Tale and Other Stuff
"A tale told by an idiot" — Shakespeare I worked with a guy and over time got to know him, then he told me this story. He and his wife went to a disco together. (Does anybody remember DISCO?) They were sitting at the bar together, when another woman approached him and began flirting and talking to him. (Bring back disco!) He was a good looking guy and enjoyed the attention. All men enjoy female attention. In fact, they're suckers for it. Women enjoy attention also. All humans enjoy sexual attention.
The innocent and maybe not innocent flirting and conversation continued, with his wife attempting to eavesdrop. He never introduced them. He danced a couple of times with the other woman. Then, he and his wife left for home. The conversation on the way home was sparse. He felt a little bit guilty and a little bit not guilty. He wondered what his wife was thinking.
Upon arriving inside their home, she enlightened him. He said she went into an uncontrollable jealous violent rage, cussing him in all manner of unspeakable terms. She began crying and screaming and flailing at him. She ran into their bedroom and brought a pistol out and shot herself in the head in front of him.
Hey Joe, my lady shot HERSELF down, thought I might be capable of messing around!
CHAPTER 5
The whole world says it's cheating. ... but maybe not
Axioms number 1 and 2:
1. True love is sacred
2. Sexual fantasy is animal lust and instinctually hot Logical assumption: the two combined equals a symbolic molecule of true lover's bliss.
She said, 'What a great orgasm, I can't wait to get home and tell my husband about it!'
He said, 'I hope my wife had an exciting encounter today, I can't wait to get home and have her tell me all about it!'
Is monogamous promiscuity possible or a contradiction?
Are they true lovers or freaky kinky sex addicts?
Or. ... have they achieved sexual peace of mind?
CHAPTER 6
It didn't mean anything — true or false?
It didn't mean anything, says the man: mostly true It didn't mean anything, says the woman: who knows?
CHAPTER 7
Unlike a Rose, Jealousy by Any Other Name Smells as Bad
a tale told by an idiot the male and female game full of sound and fury mixed with guilt and shame
signifying something but no one knows for sure union is quite compelling but marriage not a cure
love is not an answer friendship not a clue opposite sex together cannot know what's true
lying with each other sharing strange delight when the sharing's over an ugly resentment fight
passion is a killer cutting blade of pain double edged horror love/hate both insane
burning with hot desire to capture true love's crest blazing with inner fire questioning fidelity's test
the male, a violent hero protecting his beauty queen from all other undertakings an unnatural perverted scene
the female yields consenting to her man's insistent approach until it's too unrelenting too painful for him to encroach
upon her greater beauty upon her mind and soul and can no longer bear his same solitary goal of constant preoccupation with only him and she for completely total capture not even a moment free
she then seeks other options makes excuses to do this and that she flees the smothering prison wants to kill the miserable rat
he hates, they both hate equally the revenge plot goes on and on what was once is now the opposite great euphoria of oneness gone
it's a weird tale told by an idiot heard way too many times before the plight of the sensual lovers the jealous man, his imagined whore
— By the author
CHAPTER 8
Monogamous Equations
True or False?
Love does not equal sex or vice versa.
Sex does not equal cheating.
Orgasm does not equal love.
True love plus suspicion equals conflict.
Suspicion multiplied by jealousy equals emotional chaos.
True love can equal sexual freedom and emotional peace of mind.
Sexuality equals spirituality.
The Hindu Tantra may provide some insights and will be detailed later.
In the meantime. ... take it easy. ... don't go crazy ... don't ever go crazy!!!
CHAPTER 9
Men are Skum ... (they can't help it)
It's that they're born with the law of nature's genetics.
Their testosterone hormone governs their subconscious instruction, leading to a strong tendency to promiscuous behavior. ... plus men are weak, actually very weak and suckers for temptation.
If not, why is prostitution the oldest profession?
Women might even be bigger suckers in a different way. Again, who knows?
No matter! Sexuality is the strongest instinct of the human race and all other life species. It insures continuation of the species.
It's a double standard, but men have always felt justified. Why? Because it usually doesn't mean anything ... it's genetic instruction.
Men say "look at those breasts, look at that ass, look at those legs" (Note, men never say look at that hair.)
Oral sex is not sexual relations. ... where has that been heard before?
Conquest, pursuit, seduction. ... does rooster, bull, stud sound familiar? None of them can help it. It's their job. The females accept it. It's their job.
Are humans animals? As much as the human race tries to deny it, they are animals and as such have the same instincts. However, as human animals suffering from guilt, shame and embarrassment stemming from religion and social conditioning, they go crazy about sexual jealousy. Take it easy. Don't go crazy!
CHAPTER 10
What the hell?
"IF" one thinks this work is only about sex, then how WRONG could one be???
However, one could be right about that, or maybe could be right and wrong!!!. ... What the hell?
Or, is this work about spirituality?
Is the goal of sexual gratification good for both true lovers, or not?
What the hell for sure!
The true lovers don't have to do anything ... just knowing comfortably that both are free to be natural individual sexual beings. To be able to discuss it honestly together without jealousy is glorious.
Is the author promoting swinging, group sex, perversion of every kind? Maybe ... whatever turns one on.
Sexual peace of mind is a treasure. What is the path? The current and historical path leads to the wilderness of jealousy and abuse, UGH!
CHAPTER 11
A Miraculous Tale with a Bad Ending
I met a woman at the post office and opened the door for her. I looked into her eyes and felt like I had known her for a million years. It was love at first sight. The Beatles asked "Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time."
I couldn't wait to get home and call her, discovering she felt the same way. It was perfect. She lived just four blocks from me, congruent with Hugh Heffner's "the girl next door theory." We arranged to meet later that night at her house. Mutual trust was immediately established.
She was as uninhibited, open-minded and as free thinking as me. We rubbed each other's feet, kissed, touched and exchanged personal stories, experiences and adventures with each trying to outdo the other. Once again, it was perfect! We progressed on all levels for two weeks. It was a "Happening."
Then, as Murphy's Law always prevails, she suddenly and secretly sold her house much to my objection. Her jealous and abusive ex-husband had beaten her and thrown her up against walls crushing four vertebras. He had done that many years ago, but now as she aged, the pain was getting worse and worse. She was accepted into a pain clinic in Tennessee where her son lives. (By the way, it's difficult to get into a pain clinic. Most are full.) I wonder how full a sexual-emotional pain clinic would be. I never saw her again.
CHAPTER 12
A One in a Million Tale
Two true lovers lay in a safe warm bed, cuddled lovingly, secure in the knowledge and trust that absolutely nothing could interfere with their oneness. They exchanged sexual fantasies freely. She wanted him to experience and enjoy his manhood. Summarily, he wanted her to explore and enjoy her womanhood, both understanding individual freedom and human nature. They loved each other! They laughed and played, sometimes together, sometimes apart, but always never betraying their oneness.
They relished and frolicked in their sexual peace of mind. And all was good.
Imaginative Etcetera of a Plural Good Time
man and a woman Apollo and Venus Twin energy of eros's Power to redeem us
God and the goddess rulers of the night mysteries of beauty filled with delight
unselfish sharing between the two lovers adventure and daring the couple discovers
the pathway to heaven a road to their throne with freedom and giving together, not alone
one's care for the other an understanding of nature not afraid of experiment or a flirtatious refresher
male and the female researching new joy recapturing their youth as a girl and a boy
magic of innocence lost in old time knowing its wonder but missing its rhyme
wanting to treasure the bliss of the past seeking a measure to assure this will last
fond in the hope they can reap it together rekindle both's thrill through a mutual endeavor not forsaking their union but adding a strange twist to aide in the excitement of fantasies they've kissed
realizing love and emotion to be different from lust that passion and pleasure does not betray trust
two super sharp people from an unknown turf with courage to pursue an imaginative rebirth
— By the author
(Continues…)
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