Thank You For Your Sex™ – Lena.FM

I only know how forget and move on, lock them, scramble them in so that I can’t hear them. But the glistening squirrel eyes lurk underneath, waiting for a trigger–a film, a sound, a hint–and then they jump out and shout: “Surprise!” [...]

My association with Buenos Aires: A tall, all-dark Argentinian man, and a tall, almost-albino Scandinavian girl, ordering coffee, in Lhasa, capital of Tibet. And me, thinking about Julio Cortazar. I always think about Julio Cortazar, whenever I imagine Buenos Aires. [...]

I need a face next to my love. Love, I was born with. Physical spirituality. Hands. God. Expressing my higher nature through the tips of my fingers, drinking the beautifully altered rays coming out of my lover’s eyes. No fear, pure art. No thinking, pure God. I need a face, so that I can be myself. Artistic, vocal, performing the act of giving and receiving as one unit of breath. I need a face next to my bottomless bag of gifts.

And then the loneliness hits. I know it’s better this way, and my heart is singing songs of joy. I am listening, I am singing along. But this strange empty spot, that cube of air that used to be a person, a person with ears to listen to me… air is not a person. [...]

You realize that most of the things that you have taken in with your mother’s milk, are a collection of folklore. Random approximations, inaccurate statements seeded with a possibility for love. Kali Yuga is not a joke.

Your heart is visibly bleeding as your perfect self is absolutely calm and unshakable. You look around. You keep a tally. [...]

When you realize how society is working, you get into a stupor. Wherever you look, you cannot find a natural straw to clutch for. [...]

Sex Blogged is like Tao Spoken – with very, very, very few exceptions. That’s what struck me about Daisy’s blog – it was definitely an exception. She writes about the spiritual part of it and that’s what sex is, at least to me. “It’s not a blow job, it’s a deeply spiritual experience,” – she says. I agree!

You know what else I like about it? It is about the truth, not about the ego. There is a difference between O’Henry and the Upanishads. In our day and age, everybody wants to be right: monogamists scold polygamists till their proper asses get caught in cheating, and polygamists look down at monogamists till their naughty asses fall in love. And I get mad at both because I just want to live my life. But enough preamble. [...]

I wept on a train reading the book about my friend’s father.

Rob’s father telling his student things that would be common knowledge if not for the mass misconceptions. [...]

It is scary when somebody you love goes on a separate, and possibly difficult spiritual journey. And you want to cover them, and breathe on them, and wrap them in your song, but you cannot say anything, only be in thin air, and you cannot stop them or warm them. And so they go. And so you stay. And that’s it.

..whipping God out of his bare ass [...]

Yesterday, a phrase from a forgotten Russian book struck me: “When happy people are happy, they are completely useless to the ones who are not”. Unhappiness is a bottomless well. That’s why whenever I sensed a prospect of hurting, I tried not to feel at all. [...]