They say that the way to a woman’s heart is through laughter. I believe, for most that is true, and today I realized another level reflecting what that truly means.
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Earlier I was on the phone with someone. She, like many believe I take life too seriously. My usual laughter about the things that upset others, does not negate what they perceive. I indeed take life seriously, and in comparison with how they want in that moment, it is too seriously. I do so, because simply … I love life.

Imagine that someone claims to love you, but never takes you seriously.

When we love someone we are appreciative, accepting, understanding, and supportive of them. If we ever find ourselves stressed out by someone we love, that moment of stress is our resistance and is actually the absence of love. It is to shun what we otherwise would embrace, if we loved in that moment. It’s a delusion to think we can love while rejecting that object of our love. We only reject the things we hate / dislike, even if we only hate it for a moment.

All stress comes from resistance.

The person who worries about life is often perceived as one who takes life too seriously. Imagine that you tell someone you are going to try to achieve some goal, and their first reaction is to laugh. You might perceive them to be not taking you seriously. Their second reaction is to worry, and that reflects that they believe you really will try. As such, they took your statement seriously. However, have they truly taken ‘you’ seriously, if they already perceive that you will fail or become hurt if you try?

If we truly (purely) trust and believe in someone, we will not worry.

If you trust your ability to endure and / or make it through, you will not worry about yourself. As such, if someone worries about you, they do not truly (purely) trust you. They have not truly taken you as a person, seriously; they merely took your statement seriously. They believe it, but not in you.

That is what it means to truly take something seriously.

The preceding does not mean that the person who is stressed out by life, does not take life seriously. They indeed take life seriously. Their stress is because they merely do not take themselves seriously. They do not believe in their ability to endure, or get through whatever it is that stresses them out. They worry about the pain, or other things.

When someone says another takes life too seriously, either they do not truly (purely) love life, or they simply mean that the other is stressing themselves out. If the other is not actually worrying, then they are projecting. If they are projecting, then while they perceive the latter, it is actually the former. In other words, they are saying the other is stressing themselves out but the truth is the other is stressing them out, or it would be stressful for them.

They do not know how to handle life well.

Personally, I have literally an  insane amount of love for life, and faith in myself. Therefore, I do not worry about life, and the things which stress out most others, I find amusing. Another assumption some make about being serious is that it must be done straight-faced / stoically. That is a delusion. Amusement does not inherently mean one is not taking it seriously. A person can truly believe another means what they say, and still find it funny. You can ask them to do something with you, they can laugh at the situation and still say, “okay, let’s.”

“This should be interesting.”

When life does not worry or stress us, we do not seek to escape it in any capacity. We will embrace the many levels of it. However, if we find ourselves not wanting to get too deeply involved in life, that indicates worry and stress; an absence of love for life. Those that truly value life, appreciate every level they perceive. That does not mean they will search for / seek every level, they will just appreciate whatever comes. However, some people are flighty. Those who feel the need to always be busy are an example of such. The more we approach that state, the flightier we are.

Avoidance is an act of fear.

Some of us are taught or told that stress is something to be avoided (feared). I do not disagree with that, however, I do not inherently agree either. Personally, I would rather deal with something than avoid it, but if a person cannot truly handle something, then perhaps it should be avoided. However, avoidance never solves anything; it is a temporary measure. If we desire solutions, then avoiding is not conducive to our desire. We must find the resolve to truly pursue desires. In that case, until it is proven that we cannot truly handle it, we should believe in our ability to do so, and actually try to.

Bravery or fearlessness is required.

However, what happens when you have a person that cannot control what they feel, because a large part of what they feel is who they are, and hard-coded into their being? Said person is subject to reaction, and if their reactions are usually negative, they are left to either embrace it, try to instill positive reactions, or simply avoid it. Therein lies what happens with many women.

Women are naturally emotional beings.

They are also inherently driven, due to their nature of desiring. It is for this reason that there are more women in universities than men, because women in general desire more than men do. Desiring something better or worse than what is, is superfluous when we are truly satisfied with what is. Thus, dreams are born of dissatisfaction. If we are not dissatisfied with what is, we merely perceive what is.

That is not solely the case with women.

People in general desire more than they have. That desire births action, joy and misery. Without desire, we would merely die. As such, desire is not absolutely bad nor good. It is a necessary function of life, and it just is. Desire is a major topic in Buddhism. The understanding is that desire births misery, but it does not state that desire is bad. It proposes the irony of, if we ‘desire’ to not be miserable, then we should strive (desire) to remove desire.

It is not possible to remove all desires and still live, because desire / fear are necessary to live. However, in Buddhism transcendence is key. We return to this plane of existence because of our desire for material existence (our fear of not existing). In removing all desire, we cease to exist materially (perceivably, we die permanently). However, that is beyond the scope of this. The point of this is simply my realization of why it is that she, or you would rather play than be serious.

She or you, just do not want to be sad, and if you are not playing then you just might be, because you do not purely love life. That is only the case if you would ‘rather’ play than be serious. Playing, is a part of life. So a person who would rather not play, also does not truly love life. Such a person tries to limit their experience, not wanting the perceivable bad that unavoidably comes with the good. And if he can perpetually put a smile on her face, he will undoubtedly win her heart. For she appreciates dreams more than reality, and would rather live the fantasy that is weaved.  — Such women are more prone to perceive life to be magical, construing it to be a gift, instead of perceiving it to just be, life.

Regardless, of if that is what it is.

That is why some women consistently end up with men that lie to them. It’s not that all people lie so much, but rather, they are attracted to the fantasy; addicted to being ‘happy’ even if it means things are not real / fabricated / a lie. They do not really want to know the truth regardless of what they delude. The proof is in their actions, lies appeal more than reality. If you are such a person, to prove it just pay attention to what happens when someone tells you the truth, versus when someone tells you something fantastical. If the truth seems like a chore, then it even more so the case.

A rock is a rock, but it can still be valued.

Fortunately, I maintain at least dual views on all things. I perceive life to just be life, and something to be cherished. Both views contribute to my love for life. However, because I love life so much, I prefer to not ‘exist’ in fantasies, and I am not the type to weave them. People dream based on things I say, but the things I say transpired in actuality. They even dream about the way I say it, though I speak calmly and am almost always relaxed. Simply put, I am not a man many woman can love, or that will win their heart. I used to be one who could sweep a woman off her feet, but that is no longer the case. It stopped being the case, when I began to truly love and appreciate life in all its flavors.

And I have no desire to win the hearts of many.

Fall in love with me? If it happens, so be it; I will appreciate that part of life if it comes. Until then, you either love me or you do not, and I am satisfied with your love or absence of it. Maybe one day, I will be able to perpetually put a smile on the face of a woman I love. Maybe one day my conversations will tickle her fancy for fantasy. Maybe I will merely interact with women that love life, truly; or solely with women that have a kind of stillness and are less reactionary. They do exist, after all most who would read this are very much like that.

Since, if you were not this would be too serious / deep.

Nonetheless, you can figure out how much you are such a person, by simply asking yourself, “is there anything about life that bothers me?” The more things about life that bother you, the less you love life. Such is also reflected if you ever desire to change aspects of life or the world. If so, then you do not solely appreciate / love life; you do not purely find it to be beautiful. Ironically, I even love (appreciate) the things I find to be ugly ‘in’ life, but nothing about life itself do I find ugly. All of life is beautiful to me, the death, sadness, pain, joy, etc.; I do not wish that any of it did not exist.

It is because of that many perceive my love for life to be to an insane. “How can he enjoy knowing people are dying? Does it not sadden him?” I can, do, and no, it does not. It’s a part of life, and life is beautiful. Sanity to most people is finding much of life to be ugly; irrespective of the fact that all of life has a purpose. Sanity is to discard around 50% of existence. For everything most people enjoy, they have an opposite that they do not. Sanity is arrogantly finding life to be wrong, instead of accepting it; because most actually enjoy being stressed-out by it, and so they resist ‘life’ itself, as if, they can actually win. I take it seriously, but it still amuses me, lol.

How could that not?

Despite my perception, I do not interact with women who truly love life. In fact, I have never met one. They all enjoy living fantasies to some degree. Perhaps, women cannot ever be so extreme. If so, that’s fine since I do not think they should be. A still woman in my eyes is one who has lost the very thing that I find to be beautiful about women (their energy). So despite my preferences for myself, I actually prefer for women to not be like me.

Society is fine as it is.

You are fine, as you are. We either fit, or we do not. — I will never stop loving life, in all of my capacity; I will never stop appreciating all of its beauty. However, maybe one day I will just be more diverse in the things that interest me; and maybe one day you will take life more seriously. Should some day, we be able to “live” together; I sincerely look forward to truly interacting / sharing with you.

- Prasand J.

The way to a woman’s heart is through laughter,
unless she truly loves life / you
which then, the way is through yours
for truly being yourself will make her smile.

This . will . be . fragmented . yet . clear . as . day.

Sexual wrath: Have you ever been fucked into submission?

Maybe I just want to … break you. Call it sexual abuse … of a different type. So that every time I say … I’m coming over, or I want to see you … your lips quiver. Yes, both sets. Where you want to say no but your body refuses to let you utter those words. You want to say okay, but the last encounter was so draining, that you still don’t have the strength to … so you simply say … uhmhmm. Where your thighs begin to shake as you wait in anticipation. Where your clit pulsates, like it has it’s own heartbeat. Where foreplay isn’t needed, because within that time you were aroused enough … and although all you want is penetration, I give it to you anyway. Where breathing becomes so erratic, skipping breaths become normal.

Sexual gluttony: Have you ever been fucked till you couldn’t feel your toes?

The other day I was having a conversation with my friend Talia, about this subject (sorry Talia). She asked me why would I fuck that hard, and I told her it wasn’t a statement of hard or soft. It was then that it dawned on me, that many women are deprived. I mean, don’t get me wrong … I knew women complain about their men and their lack of true sexual satisfaction … but damn, I guess this put it into perspective once again.

I find it sad that many women believe the term fucked senseless, is a metaphor. I say many women, cause this was proven to me in the days that followed. Well, I am here to state clearly to all, it’s quite literal. When a person is too cold, their body naturally sacrifices the appendages in order to keep the torso and head warm. This is why one’s hands and feet get cold fastest as circulation becomes poor. In any extreme life or death situation like that, the body reacts exactly the same.

When a woman cums too much, she stops feeling her legs. Her entire body begins tingling and it eventually overwhelms her. At this point, the only thing she can feel is … pleasure … be it from the feeling of kiss, or the strokes / strides as one slides in an out (or a dildo / vibrator for that matter). The pleasure is focused to her torso, and head. The body is sacrificing the appendages. Yes, too much pleasure can kill you (too much of anything is a bad thing). Just the same … after a man cums 3-6 times it starts hurting (it’s like trying to spit when your throat is dry). Pain is always a sign.

Sexual pride: Is there anything wrong with being proud of pleasing?

I will revel in the fact that you lose sleep when I haven’t fucked you into a coma. That you want to wear me like a second skin all day long … till it hurts so good. That every time you hear the word sex, you immediately take a trip to … reminisce about … our last encounter … and begin to sweat (your forehead, and your walls). Yes, I know sex is mentioned often … after all, our society thrives on it … but I don’t mean it any less. I want you to get mad at me, when I won’t fuck you. However, like a crack fiend you won’t wait idly by … upset … your addiction will give you the strength to take what is yours. Fuck it if I agree or not. Greed? Interesting.

Sexual gluttony (pt. 2): Have you ever been fucked to the point that your speech slurs?

Luckily, we are all built with a threshold of what we can endure. Women and their ability to birth children prove that they have more endurance than men. This is why they can go much longer than a man who’s exhausted and in pain from sex. Granted, depending on the size of a man … she may feel pain before him as her secretions dry up (so other variables also come into play). Sadly, most women dry up long before they are fucked senseless. Maybe this is due to size, level of excitement, or being clearly spent.

I am speaking from experience, which ironically leads me back to Talia’s question (or a modification of it) … why would anyone want to do that? It’s simple, it’s an involuntary action. Just like being stuck in the cold, where your feet go numb. Yes, you’d like to be warm … doesn’t mean you can. Yes, you’d like to stop but your body isn’t letting you. It’s like having one of those feelings during sex, where you feel like you’re gonna die, and are thinking that you should stop, but can’t seem to do so. You might even utter the words please stop but in no way are you stopping yourself (you might still be controlling his/her strides as you say that).

Like I said, you’d like to be warm … doesn’t mean you can. Sometimes one’s body moves without conscious effort. I keep using the term fuck because I’m a strong believer in the concept that, two people in love, or two lovers … make love through everything they do. They make love when they speak to each other, when they touch, even when they fuck. Being fucked senseless truly is an amazing thing. Most of the time it’s something which can only be achieved by lovers. Where the two people completely submit to each other, and desire. Potent.

Sexual lust: Have you ever desired a person so much, that they plague your dreams?

I want to program into every cell of your being … our pleasure. So that even if I were to casually stand behind you … you’d automatically spread your legs, and lean back against me … subconsciously ready for penetration. Even in situations where it isn’t possible, where you clearly aren’t thinking about it. “No, we can’t fuck as we’re standing on this corner in Times Square waiting for the light to change to cross the street.” I don’t even want you to notice your habit. I’ll smile every time I see it happen, but don’t worry … I’ll ravage you when we get home. I won’t allow your mind to get weak. However, your heart … and body, are mine … best believe.

Sexual gluttony (pt. 3): Should two people fuck the shit out of each other?

Forget the question, sometimes you need to man up and fuck the shit out of someone. The problem is … too many people are being selfish in bed. They’re trying to please themselves. This of course is reflected mostly with men (who aren’t in love), and powerful women (or controlling ones). People are too afraid of vulnerability, and are unable to truly submit themselves to another. Maybe it’s because they’ve been burned in the past, maybe it’s cause they lived vicariously through another’s story.

Whatever happened to moments where people desire each other so much, that they are willing to traipse the edge of death in their pursuit? A crazy concept indeed, but beautiful nevertheless. Am I psychotic for even asking the question? Possibly, but that depends on you. True love has become a fable, dissolved in the wake of people’s inability to stand by each other. They are unwilling to submit. Fucked senseless? Yeah right, like you’d allow someone that much control. Maybe you would, I don’t know.

Although, I used the term such as true love such an action isn’t dependant on the person being a true love. Two strangers can become lovers in a single night. However, making love is always an action of submission. Even if the reason why you’re giving in is because you don’t give a fuck … aka “why the fuck should I hold back, this is a one night stand and I will get off.” Such thoughts are still a submission. However, even in those situations one puts limits on themselves. Can one truly give in? Sometimes it’s good to do insane things, it helps keep one’s sanity (through diversity, and contrast).

Marinate.

Then fuck someone senseless.
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Women moan differently when they’re in love.
I’m fighting it, but I wear sex … like you breathe air.
So understand that the battle isn’t easy.

Gone.

- Prasand J.