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On Making Love...

When I was younger, I used to wonder what the term "making love" meant. I mean, was love something you could mix up and serve with tea? What do you put in love? Where do the ingredients come from? If TV was to be believed, love was as common as food. Therefore, was there a difference between the homemade kind and the kind you could get at the drive-in? It was all so confusing then.

Fast forward to now. Even though I'm well aware of the terminology of sex, it's still just as confusing. I mean, does everyone have to be in love for the physical expression to be called "making love?" If we're not in one accord with our feelings, what do we call the joining of our bodies? Boning? Screwing? I would use the more vulgar terms, but this is a family blog.

For the time being, I'm putting my need for physical gratification on hold. Don't get it twisted -- it's hard for me to do this. However, because I want more than a pretty mess on my dress, I'm waiting. I want my next naked encounter to involve friendship, love, honor, respect, and admiration on both parts. When I choose to engage in intimacy with a man, I want him to be someone who'll care about my vertical life, not just our horizontal one. And because I finally know who I am and what I want and need, getting hot and heavy with Mr. Right Now is not an option. I'm waiting to make love.

Oh, and I still haven't heard from that guy...

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Janelle said…
tag you're it. (check my blog and see what that means)
October 14, 2008 at 12:07:00 PM EDT
Unknown said…
I wrote this blog a few years back for an english class...blogging may not have had its name (or if it did it wasn't yet the popular kid in school it has become), I was trying to turn in a bunch of overdue papers so as the pass the class and 80% of your sentiments here are what I expressed to my teacher in the form of what I called "not-so-love" letters ...the series wasn't anti love or anti Love but they were just "not-so-love" letters. I like you am still confused by all of the terms and my son is 6...well my old flame that recently found me on facebook who btw sends one word answers or one sentence responses to my verbal diarrhea messages on facebook says "we should get together" as it relates to my pending trip to my homecoming festivities at Tuskegee in November...we will see if my accidental celibacy gets challenged

all love
dk
October 14, 2008 at 1:25:00 PM EDT
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