The Art of Love? Love seems a bit more like a demonic, nightmarish, cacophonic dance, with masquerade ballers frantically dancing around you in a dim-lit ballroom. A bit like this but not exactly so.
“Why does a woman bleed once a month? Because she deserves it!”
Anyway…I think the problem with this type of feminism is that it portrays women as weak and helpless victims, and in the process, it also demonizes men. So you get women who hold a deep seated grudge against men, and men who are uncomfortable and afraid of women.
Love is… when I get someone like you eating out of the palm of my hand and then slap the fuck out of you (not physically, but mentally) and you beg for more…
May I ask what your love is it like? Do you feel an overwhelming urge to be “polite” with your “lover”? Or does your lover and you often get into heated quarrels? And do you frequently experience, non-male, strange fantasies such as these?
“Risk more than others think is safe. Care more than others think is wise. Dream more than others think is practical. Expect more than others think is possible.”~Unknown
This may sound strange but i see love as a form of technology.
It starts out basic, then things are derived from it.
It takes time to evolve into something better than it used to be.
Love is an application.
You take it and you apply it to things.