BEING LOVED ON
A Successful mistress knows how to be loved. It seldom occurs to a wife that it is necessary to learn. Few things could be more misleading than the precept that the way to be loved is just to love. It looks so appetizing and, like mushrooms, can be deadly.
It there is a secret to being loved it lies in not having to be loved. It is this ability a mistress must accommodate. Once she understands that were the love affair to end, she herself would survive, she has the power to be loved, almost to command it.
Human beings meet for a moment in the reaches of time and space, trailing sparks like comet’s hair, but we responsible for ourselves. The men and women who face this fact without blinking are the most attractive people on earth. They will always be loved, because they have learned how.
It there is a secret to being loved it lies in not having to be loved. It is this ability a mistress must accommodate. Once she understands that were the love affair to end, she herself would survive, she has the power to be loved, almost to command it.
Human beings meet for a moment in the reaches of time and space, trailing sparks like comet’s hair, but we responsible for ourselves. The men and women who face this fact without blinking are the most attractive people on earth. They will always be loved, because they have learned how.
Even as a young child, I occasionally intercepted a look between my father and mother that was unmistakable. It was plain hat here was a secret man – woman magic that would one day be mine. My mother would not have dreamed of detailing the sex act to us. But neither did she gloss over its existence, its practicalities, power and loveliness.
I am opposed to the modern form of sex education. We are not minds or bodies or sex urges or case histories any more than we are mechanisms for breathing or digesting.
What shocks me is the dehumanization of sex by young wives who reduce that powerful force to a technique no different from driving a car or mastering the methods of good grooming. Have women no instincts any more, no mystery or mettle? Must everything be subjected to instruction and manuals, as if love were a kind of cooking school?
I know the current cult, if physical rapture is lacking, the mechanism needs tuning up, and the wise couple seeks professional help. The very concept is self defeating. The more conscious they become of what “ought” to be, the further removed they are from the spontaneity, skill, surprise and delight they desire.
What sex desperately needs is not education but imagination. A mistress cares nothing for theories and norms. She is immediately and intensely caught up in one man, as original as Adam, and in her own experience with him.
I am opposed to the modern form of sex education. We are not minds or bodies or sex urges or case histories any more than we are mechanisms for breathing or digesting.
What shocks me is the dehumanization of sex by young wives who reduce that powerful force to a technique no different from driving a car or mastering the methods of good grooming. Have women no instincts any more, no mystery or mettle? Must everything be subjected to instruction and manuals, as if love were a kind of cooking school?
I know the current cult, if physical rapture is lacking, the mechanism needs tuning up, and the wise couple seeks professional help. The very concept is self defeating. The more conscious they become of what “ought” to be, the further removed they are from the spontaneity, skill, surprise and delight they desire.
What sex desperately needs is not education but imagination. A mistress cares nothing for theories and norms. She is immediately and intensely caught up in one man, as original as Adam, and in her own experience with him.
On keeping Love
A man I once knew returned from war duty on unexpected leave to find his wife living with another man. Stunned and furious, he threw the man out, bodily, then walked away himself. Months passed while he delayed action on the pending divorce, and when I asked him why, he said, “I know it doesn’t make sense. I’m through – there’s no doubt. Only I would have sworn I knew her down to her fingertips. That I obviously didn’t makes me – well, half – attracted again. She’s like a stranger.”
If you would stay loved, stay a little unpredictable. Maintain a reserve of mind and heart. That is neither self – indulgence not a conjurer’s trick; it is a clause in one’s moral contract with existence.
If you would stay loved, stay a little unpredictable. Maintain a reserve of mind and heart. That is neither self – indulgence not a conjurer’s trick; it is a clause in one’s moral contract with existence.