The L-Word

“Are you in love?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Are you in lust?”

“Definitely.”

“Just be smart about it. Lust doesn’t last.”

“You’re killing my dream.”


[This is an actual conversation we had with the woman whose own deviant ways gave rise to our conception, we’ll call her Mommy*, about our “friend”.  It’s in quotes because that’s how she says it. We think she does it to mess with us.]

Mother Deviant can be such a killjoy sometimes. Who wouldn’t want to be “in lust” forever? In every relationship you’ll have your “ebb and flow” of emotion. It’s natural and necessary to maintain a healthy dynamic equilibrium. Things can’t stay the same all the time. A flat line = death. Sure it may wane but ideally don’t you want the sexy time to be hot and passionate as long as possible?

We know we do.** We like feeling like we want it so bad we have to rip quickly unbutton/unzip/pull someone’s clothes off to get at them and vice versa. 

(We don’t like the ripping of the clothes..makes my dick soft to see a good shirt torn. Messes up the wardrobe rotation)

Later, after we recapped the conversation for some geek, we started to wonder about our answer to her first question.

“Are you in love?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

We’ll be honest. We know we’ve “caught feelings”. Even though we’re not 100% on what that means, we’re pretty sure it’s happened. We’ve acknowledged this.

So, why wouldn’t we say that?

Is it because we’ve thrown the L-word around in past relationships like beads at Mardi Gras? Or parroted it back just to kill that awkward silence? Or like Phonte… ?

“I used to think it was love but I ain’t sure what that mean no more.” ***

Profound, Phon-Tigga. Profound.

We’re sure we’re not the only ones. It just bothers us that people always want to label things. Why does it have to be like or love or lust? Why can’t it be all three? Why does it have to be one thing or another? Why does it have to be anything specific?

Why can’t it just be what it is?

Two friends who hang out, watch movies, read comics, play video games, enjoy each other’s company to the utmost and have unbelievable bouts of awesome fucking. And it is Awesome, with a capital A.

What could be better than that?

We can’t think of anything.

 Cold Stone Creamery is pretty close…apple pie ice cream with caramel on a waffle cone 

 

* Yes. I’m grown and I still call my mother, Mommy. I bet you do it too.
** Especially after hearing all the horror stories about people, married people, who are in long-term committed relationships but aren’t fucking (or they’re fucking on a schedule).
*** Don’t sleep on Erro or Little Brother.

 

 

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~ by Deviant on May 28, 2008.

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