04:39pm 17/07/2003
 
mood: content
Q: Is there a difference between "having sex" and "making love?




she says by Hagar Scher

I'm probably not shocking anyone when I say, loud and clear, that I most certainly believe there is a difference between having sex and making love. What may come as a surprise, however, is that I don't think the difference has to do with a person's feelings toward his or her partner. I have had fast, furious, rumble-tumble sex with people I've been deeply in love with, and made sweet, soul-singing love with people I've only liked, if that. Impossible, you say? Preposterous, you claim? I don't think so.

Having sex is about fun and feral passion, about games and a go-go attitude. It's about getting your rocks off. There's something selfish (as in self-focused) about simply having sex: It usually involves figuring out how to maximize your pleasure (which, of course, often means maximizing your partner's ga-ga-ness). Making love, on the other hand, is about taking stock of and cherishing another person. It's about connecting and communicating tenderness, respect and affection. It's New Age-y, in a good way. It's about showing a fellow human that he or she is a unique, gorgeous, beautiful gem by caressing, kissing and, most importantly, gazing into that person's eyes, aka the windows to the soul. When I make love, I want more than anything to show my partner how appreciative I am of him at that very moment; whether or not I'm sexually satisfied is of secondary importance.

Now that I've gotten all deep and mushy, let me leave you with a more mundane observation. It's impossible to "make love" after two or three margaritas, even if you're head over heels with the person you're in bed with. In other words, sauce equals sex.

what do you think about that now robert? i told you there was a difference.		  
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lying next to him as the sound of thunder threatens rain   
10:50pm 17/07/2003
 
mood: giggly
music: "smoke without a fire" bad company (i spent the day with ma)
today was great. but it was another day away from robert. :(
mom and i went shoppig and payed bills. good times. good times. i bought a new pair of sunglasses and a new outfit for church. its cute. my boobs are growing!!! i moved up today from a 38 b-36c to a 38 c. i dont want them to grow anymore. im goign to have major bake problems if they keep on growing. mom almost got me into buying a $50 pair of flip flops. i have never in my life payed $50 for a pair of flip flops. my reefs were only 25. and then i told her that i have 12 pairs of flip flops and i only wear one pair (my reefs) so those 50 dollar pair of flippers would just another thing to clutter up my closet. they were some hot flippers tho. they were black orange yellow and red. they had palm trees on them and it was like the sun setting over a beach.
i got to help pick out the volleyball uniforms for this season. spandex. nasty. courtney and i spent 30 minutes with coach cofeild figuring out what best fits everyones budget and the schools budget. well the spandex only have a 4 inch insem and the jerseys are tank tees and the front of the jersey is tucked in and the tail has to be sticking out. the spandex shorts only come down to about 1 cm. below your ass cheek. thank god i dont have celulite. i dont agree with our spandex shorts because theres this big girl thats going to be on the jv team and shes really good focused player but i know she doesnt feel like letting everyone see her almost naked lower body. spandex are stereotypical. (oh oh big word.)
man im beat and im supposed to go to travis house tomorrow morning to pick up bricks and then go to revival with robert, maybe, so im off to my dream world.
oh oh oh yeah i almost forgot i finsihed my poem it actually turned out to be 2 poems because i was rambling on to different subjects sort of so i just split it up alittle.
well lates.

has no one told you shes not breathing?		  
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