tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161020815233858893.post2077810439388378788..comments2023-04-03T05:10:30.615-07:00Comments on Adventures in LizzieLand: The fear of the unknownLizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14787351164296766818noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161020815233858893.post-24929640557172518832009-01-08T12:57:00.000-08:002009-01-08T12:57:00.000-08:00First, this is some of the best writing I've read ...First, this is some of the best writing I've read of yours -- props!<BR/><BR/>Second. The anguish of loss is the price we pay for the triumph of Love, when it finally happens. I used to think that if someone let me fuck them, then they loved me, even if I didn't love myself. It took many, many near misses to realize that sex has nothing to do with it. Sex is just the dessert, not the meal. Sad thing is, most of us learn this the hard way. On the bright side, when it finally hits you, you'll know it and fully appreciate it. That's when you can fully let yourself be swept away by it which, as it turns out, is the hardest, most frightening thing in the whole, wide world. As you say, you're painfully aware of that axe. The trick, perhaps, is to do it anyway... ;)Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00209241444733649573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161020815233858893.post-39566284370480581822008-12-29T13:43:00.000-08:002008-12-29T13:43:00.000-08:00The fear of losing someone is so utterly personal ...The fear of losing someone is so utterly personal and lonely...yet we all--alone--know exactly how it feels, tastes, smells. <BR/><BR/>I agree with Okie. The winter is good for our souls. It is good for us to be uncomfortable, to itch to be free, to let words simmer and sputter until they are ready. <BR/><BR/>In the spring, we'll burst out like butterflies with fire tipped wings.little miss gnomidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02711780440381336896noreply@blogger.com