With the exception of my best friend, the Lakewood Rav, my favorite poster in Torah Talks over the past two years has been “Garden Fun.”<\/p>\n
From her sensitive perceptive remarks and thoughtful little gifts, I could tell she was a woman. Sometimes we chatted privately. She never got sexual with me to my disappointment. Later, she said she was married.<\/p>\n
So I kept things on a holy plane. I loved her writing in the chat room and often rhapsodized about how I wanted to marry a woman just like her.<\/p>\n
Now I realize that this poster is a male friend of mine on Facebook who I’ve never met. This guy on Facebook often did the same sensitive kind things for me that the chat room poster did but I never thought twice about him because I assumed he had a penis (and I assumed by his understated kindness that he was a Christian) while she was the embodiment of womanhood (who said she was a secular Jew).<\/p>\n
Now I still want a woman like this poster, but one without a penis.<\/p>\n
I was convinced she was a woman because she was always appropriate, she was never arrogant or showing off, and she was always thoughtful and wise and considerate. What straight guy is like that?<\/p>\n
I’m so glad she\/he never lured me into cybersex.<\/p>\n
Now that I’ve outed my favorite poster, the chat room will turn into a barnyard brawl and no decent woman will come within a mile of it. <\/p>\n
Hank Rose emails: <\/p>\n
Luke:<\/p>\n
If your personality still ruins your chances for love
\nand contentment, your self deprecating woe is me
\nshtick is the journalism of the passive agressive
\nmalcontent. It attracts web heads who get off on
\nwitnessing literary accidents of isolated bloggers who
\ninsulate themselves from real life by living through
\ntheir media persona when social reality eludes them.<\/p>\nYou still have the classic air sign affliction. You live
\nin your head in a world of ideas, thoughts, words
\nand lack of action. You ego trades on what fame
\nyou have but you exchanged a X forum of 100%
\nfor a moral audience of 1%. Yet this hasn’t secured
\nyou happiness in middle age, because too much
\nhonesty about who you are alienates you from
\nthose in whose graces you wish to be accepted. <\/p>\nThe blessings of wisdom, love and appreciation
\nfor the simple things in life are lost on what loveless
\nloners cannot grasp. Which is that one cannot live
\nthrough idiot boxes, sound bites and printed words
\nalone. Without human touch and contact, there is no
\nreal living. Only the media babysitting of electronics
\nand keyboard vanity for actual flesh and blood union. <\/p>\nCerebral materialist idealism sentiment is not what
\ngets us into the next world. LOVE IS. You can’t have
\nphysical orgasms or emotional goosebumps with
\nwords. They are your living, not your loving. Stop
\nbeing afraid of life and therputing your fears with
\nyour blog. Go out and meet someone without words
\ngetting in the way. For someone who lives by the
\nword, too much thought and verbiage is the enemy
\nof action. Air signs need to realize this or go crazy.<\/p>\nThere, I just saved you a session with your shrink!<\/p>\n
So Sincerely,<\/p>\n
The Artist Formerly Blown As
\nSurvivor of Blowbiz<\/p>\nPS Learning to readjust or temper love’s
\nfailures boils down to letting go
\nof perfectionism in one’s social
\ndealings. And I stopped being a
\nperfectionist when my mother left
\nwhen I was two. If I wound up in
\nporn because of it, then my amorous
\nabilities helped make the transition
\nfrom lust to love and real caring
\nwhen I lost my dad. It’s funny how
\nbeing in touch with your mortality
\nmakes you let go of angst, grow up
\nand realize`what matters in life.<\/p>\nThere were women I could lust after
\nor talk well with. But they weren’t
\nladies I could share my life with. I
\nfound out what I wanted in a woman most
\nwas a good heart combined with a sweet
\ninnocence. Intellectual pursuits tend
\nto lead to argument and stress. For the
\nsmarter one is, the more one is prone
\nto depression or trouble. So I picked a
\npolar opposite happy go lucky female to
\ncompliment my wise ass air sign head case.<\/p>\nI couldn’t have given up porn and wound
\nup with someone of similar lost innocence.
\nWhen opposites attract, a lady with a
\nchildlike innocence will love you for who
\nyou are without judgment. So find your
\nEve before she bites into the apple of
\nknowledge. Instead, be that apple and she
\nwill respect you for teaching her the ways
\nof the world. And by the time she matures
\nto a more adult mindset, she will belong
\nto you and the power of love will supercede
\nall mutual flaws and human imperfections.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"With the exception of my best friend, the Lakewood Rav, my favorite poster in Torah Talks over the past two years has been “Garden Fun.” From her sensitive perceptive remarks and thoughtful little gifts, I could tell she was a … Continue reading