“The Cuban model doesn’t even work for us anymore,” Castro told him.

I disagree.

See, I think gekko was poly even in high school and her data point may not be enough to draw a conclusion.

We all remember high school hissies when one girl gets left out when her BFF malls with some other girl. Sherrie may well have felt neglected when Tami was with JoAnne and gekko with Sandra, so Sherrie was left holding short shrift.

And so forth.

We so easily accept multiple relationships when we do not believe sex is or can be involved.

We make it complicated when it is supposed to, or has the possibility of involving romance or sex.

Your “No Comments”phrase seems a bit off-putting, don’t you think?

Good story. Thanks.

My wife is quite clear: If I must be emotionally involved with another woman (physically too, but she’s not so stuck on that detail), then I need to leave her house first.

So it seems I will, to follow a muse that has bedeviled me nearly a decade and worn many faces.

I think to both follow a similar inspiration and to be open about it (IOW not cheat) is surely a rare accomplishment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mii8aJklEOg

— Groege Poltengeistcz

Spoken like a true conservative; but prolly easier spoken than done.

The old song comes to mind: “How you gonna keep ‘em down on the farm…after they’ve seen Par-ee?”

Once farmers have had a taste of Government intervention they cannot wash it out of their mouths.

— George

It’s hilarious, and in spite of its title it’s not really _against_ love, it simply is a, well, yes a polemic concerning the various ways society has fucked people up when it comes to love, loving, and so forth.

Also Sal shared a link over on FB that is intended to support the notion of gay marriage but which also speaks to any other non-traditional marriage: Traditional Marriage Perverts Tradition

It’s a blog entry, but the writer has some historical background provided in there along with his opinion

Gotta get busy. Getting deskbutt, here.

Time wears on relationships. Little hurts tear things down unless we’re alert to them and mend them. Things left unsaid, or actions done in the interests of someone else but which run counter to one’s own wants/needs/likes/whatever also serve to build up little resentments. And, as Professor Dick notes, people do change.

TUFKAS’s adaptation to my changes was to take himself out of what he saw as an untenable situation: he could not be married to someone if he could not have all of their <em>eros</em> devotion. He was more than willing to share the other types of love.

Other people adapt in other ways to changes. I know one couple where he cheated. She looked and continues to look the other way. Somehow it works. She has overcome her feelings of rejection. He comes home to her, stays by her side when she needs him most, etc. His lover(s) cannot say the same. I know another couple where he lives in ever-lovin’ mortal fear the missus will find out and will dump his ass. She knows quite well he’s cheating, and she tolerates it because she can hold it over his head in this way. She pretends she knows nothing about it. Still another where they divorced, then moved back in together each one dating others and one another. Happier that they don’t have the “rules” of marriage, happy that they can enjoy one another’s lives.

There are other “adjustments” people make, not all of them nice.

There are a couple of different dynamics. On the one hand, a couple could still love one another but not like each other very much. In spite of the love, they probably will drive each other crazy and end their relationship.

OTOH, It sounds as if Don and Mrs. Don like each other but have lost that lovin’ feeling. This may be more fixable since I reckon love can grow out of like far more easily than hot weasel love can spawn like.

Don: “When (or if) I move along, it will only be because I am shifting the ground rules a little bit.”

A little bit?

People do change. Call it shifting the ground rules or learning new tricks or growing apart, it is part of life. A relationship, like any other Darwinian being, adapts or dies.

Relationships succeed because the people in them do like each other.

That’s so simple it sounds flippant and yet it is also true. Or at least, after a shave with Occam’s Razor, a relationship’s inflexion point can be so described.

I’ve blogged and commented about the shifting dynamics in my long marriage. One of the factors that draws the process out so long is the fact my wife and I sincerely like each other. When (or if) I move along, it will only be because I am shifting the ground rules a little bit (have been for years and it was not conscious for many of them but now my eyes are fairly open) and after much open discussion she has determined she cannot align. That’s fair, nor will I say it’s just her choice because that wouldn’t be fair. But still we like each other, and it may be that the extant and ways in which we do NOT (and there’s also much not to like sometimes) will end up the remaining elephant in the kitchen that needs airing out. (Kitchen elephants are stinky.)

Or maybe that won’t matter. Eh, prolly not. When it’s time, it’s time.

whotoldyouaboutmycollarbone?

I enjoy George’s evidence of humanity.

I enjoyed the cartoonic representation of wordlessness that Herr Blogmeister used to get his message across. Since I did not have a scanner and the technical know-how to find and post a suitable graphic in *wordless* kind, I had to fall back on my lame language skills that I picked up in public school.

Next Wednesday mebbe I can use coded text that really does not qualify as true words. If that is not acceptable, perhaps I can borrow a scanner and get my son to help me post an extension of my middle finger.

— George

The arithmetic works for ordinary values of 1.

1+1 is 2, dammit! (old habits, sorry)

You remember the old saw: “The Greeks have a word for it.”

When it comes to *love*, the Greeks have coupla dozen words that express it as it pertains to different things. Love of life, love of children, love of brother, love of parents, love of God, love of opposite sex, and love of same sex, and …etc etc etc. You get the message.

We can’t really differentiate between such feelings as brotherly love and sexual love unless we resort to using the *F* word — and even then we have to point at the one to which we are referring lest somebody mistakenly call us queer. So, we use words like homosexual and heterosexual, and then people call us homophobes.

It’s hard to win that battle. And even though I have gone on record as saying that homosexuality is repugnant, if I say that I “love” some guy, I run the risk of being called a hypocrit-shadow-homosexual by leftist freaks.

We simply do not have enough words in the English language to express all the different types of love that exist in humans.

Yesterday I got a nice letter from Sarah Palin asking me to donate to her cause. I told Mrs George that “I love Sarah Palin,” and she said she did too. I was shocked. Even after 40 years of marriage, I never took Mrs George to be *that type*.

Damn I’m funny.

— George

Anyway, one day he told me I needed to work longer hours so I could make enough money to pay my taxes. To him, paying taxes was the best reason he could think of for working over-time. In fact — to him — it was a badge of honor, and time-and-a-half equated being able to pay more taxes.

I never figured out where he got that crazy paradigm; so, I guess it was just in his DNA. God made him that way — the same way God makes some people crazy enough go out and buy those tiny little cars from Korea. — or to vote for a man who can’t even prove he was born in the USA. .

— George

And, without the math question, I keep getting spammed by iPhone Cases and Coach Outlet who has nothing to do with Craig T. Nelson.