august953
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ORIGINAL: Mercnbeth Where does your interest in the lifestyle fit into your life? How would you rank it in importance? Where does it rank in the hierarchy of your universe? If you had a personal "Top 10" things important to you where is being active in the lifestyle rank? What would you live without in order to be in the lifestyle situation that has the potential of fulfilling all your dreams? It's my premise that for any relationship to last, the relationship should take precedent over everything else in order for it to be successful. Before jumping in to agree, what if your choice was the relationship or the place you live? How you live? Pets? Family? Children? It's been said and even expected that a slave puts his/her Master/Mistress before everything else. Ideally that feeling of owning valuable treasure should generate the same feeling by a Master. At the very least, the relationship with the slave should carry the highest priority. For those in a relationship is that true? For those seeking, does it mean that much? This life & this lifestyle somehow collided, or perhaps converged is the more appropriate word. Your quotation of Augustine got me thinking of Wittgenstein: The World Is All That Is The Case (sorry, can't figure italics yet) My inner magnetism has always been towards the dark romance of life & love. I live in England, where such ideas have been swamped by 'reality t.v.' & such vulgar terms as 'shaggin', so as I look about me, I don't see where I connect with anything. My personel Top 10? feed the birds, the foxies, the badgers, anything that comes around the back door; after that? make the music sweet, my bazouki is still a good friend. After that? Read a few books, before they become extinct/illegal... learn to cook something new, something I never understood before.... beneath the ordinary, the ceaseless fire burns without mercy. If I read you right (& I think/hope I do), the relationship, the 'best pals' is the nexus of where we go from here, who we are, individually & together. The grief arises from the 'market place', this half-assed notion we can order lovers off the shelf/peg/pret a porter...... like the National Enquirer (in England, most of the national press are worse) who busy themselves with such Earth-shattering items as 'did Prince Harry fart?' As regards pets/childeren/family/ardvaarks/etc; the people you & yours are, the same as me & my non-existant mine, are the hub of all that comes & goes in that sphere. You & I know all this goes without saying. The image/pic you post clearly shows a couple of best pals, sharing the same smile, living inside some kind of kindred skin, a treat to behold for gnarled grumpy old cynics like me. Rock on, both of you! This life? Only life I've got. This lifestyle? Nothing. Not a damn thing. [But of course I live in England, so please allow for that. This is a place possessed of a raging indifference, where people think nothing of donating a million to the dead cats of India, but can't care a monkey's for their own.] I was waiting on a train this evening. The platform was awash with drunken youth, bashing each other's skulls in. I thought of my older brother, the 'good' brother, the 'perfect' son who never did all the shenanigans me & my peers got up to who died of prostate cancer. So... the answer's the same: nothing, not a damn thing Thanks for your idea, which gave me pause to remember what matters. Long life & goodtimes to you both today tomorrow & always
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