XimenaVigdis: One of my opening lines: “look, right now I’m happy to fuck you tonight. Don’t stuff it up by trying being a macho asshole. No one is going to jump the queue. No need to impress me anymore. You are in. Just don’t try to be macho. Ok? If you do, I’ll sleep alone. No one will take your place.”
It surprising how well that works.
XimenaVigdis: Don’t be an asshole. There are plenty of guys on Wireclub, meaning there is always someone else to chat to.
XimenaVigdis: Life Until Death
One thing that has been clear to me since I abandoned any of the trappings of a personal religious life is that life itself has taken on a lot more colour with the understanding of its sure terminal quality. Knowing (or at least not having the false assurance to the contrary) that my life is incidental, and not subject to an eschatological focus, has removed a lot of the hesitation which comes from trying to second guess the direction I should take.
I think that the firm assurance that our lives are nothing more or less than what we choose to do with the bag of tricks we find ourselves accidentally vested with, provides us with the opportunity to focus our intentions, not on the "right" path , but the path WE choose to follow. Similarly, knowing that a mission in life is neither a guarantee nor a talisman which will ward off the non determined day of my last breath, oddly enough, gives me the breathing room to actually live, dream and work toward realising the future that I want - regardless of whether I actually achieve it and regardless of whether I even choose to stay the course - or change course.
Life is not the antiroom of a better existence, it is not the test or the dress rehearsal. Rather, it is the only shot, the only day in the sun, the only opportunity to see, feel and share the pleasure of being and to be whatever our accidental existence permits us to shoot for.
When the inevitable day comes when my body no longer functions and I wink out of existence, I won't be cognisant of the things I've done nor failed to do. I won't rue the moment that I acted nor failed to act. I won't face an accounting of my failures nor a reward for my virtues. Rather, like a candle's flame which when extinguished, simply is no more, I will pass into the eternity of oblivion, of non being and non existence.
And, THAT, I find extremely comforting.
XimenaVigdis: "The superficially clever thing to say today is that Lynddie England represents all of us, or at any rate all her superiors, and that the liberation of Iraq is thereby discredited. One odd effect if this smug view is to find her and her scummy friends, the actual inflictors of pain and humiliation, somehow innocent, while those senior officers who arrested them and put them on trial are somehow guilty. There is something faintly masochistic and indecent about that conclusion."
-- Christopher Hitchens