Today, because I am a glutton for punishment in the form of nostalgia, I went digging through my old Livejournal entries again. I thought I would be able to find something good to repost here as a cheat because today and tomorrow are going to be busybusy with campaign things, and yet all of the things I wrote, which are some of (in my opinion) the most beautiful words that ever fell from my hands, it was someone else’s poem that I wanted to post today. Steph sent it to me years ago, and here it is again:
Sharon Olds, Sex Without Love:
How do they do it, the ones who make lovewithout love? Beautiful as dancers,gliding over each other like ice-skatersover the ice, fingers hookedinside each other’s bodies, facesred as steak, wine, wet as thechildren at birth whose mothers are going togive them away. How do they come to thecome to the come to the God come to thestill waters, and not lovethe one who came there with them, lightrising slowly as steam off their joinedskin? These are the true religious,the purists, the pros, the ones who will notaccept a false Messiah, love thepreist instead of the God. They do notmistake the lover for their own pleasure,they are like great runners: they know they are alonewith the road surface, the cold, the wind,the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-vascular health- just factors, like the partnerin the bed, and not the truth, which is thesingle body alone in the universeagainst its own best time.
It’s been a long time, and sex without love is something I’ve known pretty intimately in my life. TMI? But this really is what it feels like, even when someone is on you and in you – a single body alone in the universe… I’m just way too nostalgic today for some reason.
As for NaNoWriMo, my progress has been great. As of last night I got to 11,449 words and I’m 1,453 words “ahead” of where I should be today. Unfortunately, I definitely will get NO writing done tomorrow, and probably none today either, but that’s okay! I will be so pooped from tomorrow’s campaign activities, I probably won’t leave the house again for a week, so there will be plenty of laying in bed catch up time ahead of me.