Women’s Sexuality – Suite101.com

Women’s Sexuality – Suite101.com

This will be a tough topic to keep. Although Suite seems to let it’s Religion writers slam Pagans I doubt they will let the Sexuality writer stray too far into any impure thoughts.

I was sorry to see Linda Alexander leave (archive) the Writing Erotica topic. Maybe someone else will take it up again. Although I expect that won’t be an easy topic for the same reasons as above.

Falling Out of Love

The following is from a messageboard post on Adult BackWash. I quoted my own posts only, below the fragment that set me off. This is definitely a sore point for me. I’ve had it happen twice now, with different men. Luckily I was only married to the first one.

#…or if later down the road your feelings change and you have to hurt them to get out of the relationship.

That’s bullshit. If you’re that immature you should never be in a relationship. I went through about a year of hell cause he was too big of a weenie to say he had changed his mind. You have no excuse for pulling that kind of crap on anyone.

Falling out of love is BS. You were never in love if you can fall out of it. People drift apart and all that crap because they’d rather have disposable marriages than stick together and get through the bland, the hard, the years of being together. If you love someone, you love them. You don’t fall out of love with your children or your pets. You may not always like them but you don’t just stop loving them.

Hurting someone to get out of a relationship is the act of a weenie. If you “fell out of love” you tell them up front. You don’t piss around for weeks, months, years and leave them wondering what THEY did. You be direct and tell them you failed and don’t have staying power. Anyone who can’t be at least that honest with someone they claim to have loved should never get involved with anyone, ever.

By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Dorothy Parker