Letter from Arletta
I just love her.
This letter hits so close to my heart I just can't say properly but I have to post it here. I want it part of the record of my life which is I guess what tis is.
"Well, it's like I told someone, a long time ago, when they demanded to know why God would give us sexy bodies and orgasms, etal, if he didn't want us to use them: Someone can give you a blender, you can blend up live frogs with it, and because it's a good blender, it will blend those frogs well. It was made for blending, after all. But, they didn't give it to you to blend up live frogs, so once they know that's what you are doing with it, they cant' take the blender back; but it's very unlikely they'll be giving you any more gifts. Meaningless sex is boring. It is only interesting to the shallow, and sorry but many intellectual people are extremely shallow. I've met very few who actually think for themselves are who are capable of extrapolating anything real from information. They can prattle on about things they read, but how many of them understand the point? Crime and Punishment is not just a big long book with foreign names and shocking ideas to be tittered about at cocktail parties. It is important because it gives perspective to judges and victims alike, as well as to criminals: sometimes there are times a person is ill and oppressed and mad with it and it does no good to kill them for it, but it does do some good to remove the illness and the oppression. Well, that's one thing it says, anyway. But, how many intellectuals read the book and then go out and help the poor, struggling young man with severe tooth decay who is trying to kick his drug habit or some person like that? All of which I say, because many intellectuals do have meaningless sex. In fact, it is their desire to appear intellectual that makes it meaningless, at times, because they must ignore God, they must ignore the fact that the body, as well as the mind, does want love. It responds best, in the majority of humans, to trust and adoration, not to stimulation of the erogenous zones. That's why so many people lie and so many people fantasize that the lies are true. I'd be a little weirded out if you were always writing about me. Though I guess it would be flattering if someone were writing about you, so long as you didn't look at their work and see an utter stranger. I was going to say something to you about romance the other day, but, I wasn't sure how to phrase it. I want romance, too, real romance, as it was intended. Not eroticism, not sex, but the acts that are inspired of truly wishing to be near a person for the sake of them being that person, doing things to make them happy, spending time together, etc. I am romantic by nature, though dulled by illness. My ex-boyfriend Peter would get so mad because I'd buy him a big box of chocolates and his mother and his roommate (they were all in the same house) a smaller box of chocolates, sometimes. He didn't get it that it was because it was his roommate/friend and his mother, extensions of his life, that I did it. He thought it lessened what I gave him, instead of adding to it. So, I'm all for thoughtfulness, kind words, going places together, writing poems to/for/about each other, or any of that other lovely stuff. In fact, I think that's how friends should be to each other, anyway. What I can't stand is the "friends with benefits" crowd. Blah! That's no benefit, that's a detraction. A true friend wouldn't need that from you just to be your friend, and either would a true lover for that matter. Though, in the case of lovers, it's much nicer when they do want it lol Arletta"
This letter hits so close to my heart I just can't say properly but I have to post it here. I want it part of the record of my life which is I guess what tis is.
"Well, it's like I told someone, a long time ago, when they demanded to know why God would give us sexy bodies and orgasms, etal, if he didn't want us to use them: Someone can give you a blender, you can blend up live frogs with it, and because it's a good blender, it will blend those frogs well. It was made for blending, after all. But, they didn't give it to you to blend up live frogs, so once they know that's what you are doing with it, they cant' take the blender back; but it's very unlikely they'll be giving you any more gifts. Meaningless sex is boring. It is only interesting to the shallow, and sorry but many intellectual people are extremely shallow. I've met very few who actually think for themselves are who are capable of extrapolating anything real from information. They can prattle on about things they read, but how many of them understand the point? Crime and Punishment is not just a big long book with foreign names and shocking ideas to be tittered about at cocktail parties. It is important because it gives perspective to judges and victims alike, as well as to criminals: sometimes there are times a person is ill and oppressed and mad with it and it does no good to kill them for it, but it does do some good to remove the illness and the oppression. Well, that's one thing it says, anyway. But, how many intellectuals read the book and then go out and help the poor, struggling young man with severe tooth decay who is trying to kick his drug habit or some person like that? All of which I say, because many intellectuals do have meaningless sex. In fact, it is their desire to appear intellectual that makes it meaningless, at times, because they must ignore God, they must ignore the fact that the body, as well as the mind, does want love. It responds best, in the majority of humans, to trust and adoration, not to stimulation of the erogenous zones. That's why so many people lie and so many people fantasize that the lies are true. I'd be a little weirded out if you were always writing about me. Though I guess it would be flattering if someone were writing about you, so long as you didn't look at their work and see an utter stranger. I was going to say something to you about romance the other day, but, I wasn't sure how to phrase it. I want romance, too, real romance, as it was intended. Not eroticism, not sex, but the acts that are inspired of truly wishing to be near a person for the sake of them being that person, doing things to make them happy, spending time together, etc. I am romantic by nature, though dulled by illness. My ex-boyfriend Peter would get so mad because I'd buy him a big box of chocolates and his mother and his roommate (they were all in the same house) a smaller box of chocolates, sometimes. He didn't get it that it was because it was his roommate/friend and his mother, extensions of his life, that I did it. He thought it lessened what I gave him, instead of adding to it. So, I'm all for thoughtfulness, kind words, going places together, writing poems to/for/about each other, or any of that other lovely stuff. In fact, I think that's how friends should be to each other, anyway. What I can't stand is the "friends with benefits" crowd. Blah! That's no benefit, that's a detraction. A true friend wouldn't need that from you just to be your friend, and either would a true lover for that matter. Though, in the case of lovers, it's much nicer when they do want it lol Arletta"
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