How to Love

The problem with the world today is the lack of intimacy separate from sexual activity. I have found that intimacy is a precursor of values including: compassion, empathy, and love.

My clients compensate me exceedingly because I am able to understand them, engage, commit, and connect.

People are in relationships with others, and feel intimacy must lead to sex. Let us not forget the purpose of sex is creation. These days most are just skipping straight to sex. I may have been found guilty in my past as well. However, this is why I can make this testament from a place of truth.

Intimacy is defined as a “close familiarity or friendship; closeness” by Dictionary.com.

I was watching a random sitcom earlier today, and a guy “asked a girl out.” I stopped and thought to myself, “Aw yes! That’s right, our first goals of love when we where young was to get “asked out.”

Taken literally, we wanted someone to commit to us, and go out into society (or public) along with us. However, there are a lot of heterosexual couples in the closet these days as well. Guilt, shame, self-piety; I’ll touch more on this later.

Furthermore, this going out as a couple (if successful) leads to an engagement. Where the couple realized that they no longer desire to “go out” with anyone else, and are seeking to fully commit to each other forever by way of marriage.

All the while, there is a lot of observing and reasoning regarding the other’s behavior along this process.

First off, I don’t want to accept an offer to “go out” with someone that I know would bring guilt or shame to my livelihood. (Been there and done it. It sucks!) However, in the closet exists fornication and intimacy. Interestingly enough, in the absence of the fornication we usually realize we in fact “wouldn’t” want to “go out” with that certain person.

Understanding the process of finding lifelong love allows us to check our motives. My motive as a massage therapist are to build a level of intimacy, a relationship, with my clients that allows them to escape the worries of their natural life.

I simply desire to be a extraordinary therapist that guides people to a place of supernatural healing. Anyone can do this. All it takes is a genuine hug with the correct motives.

If we could stop skipping the steps, we could find ourselves in a more loving world, Lil Wayne wouldn’t need to teach us “How to Love”, and ignorant men would stop asking me for happy endings!

“Also, If some of us established more non-sexual intimate relationships, when the time for engaging comes along we’d have more of a selection to choose from.” – Sherleta Rochelle

 Alas, it has been written!  😀

Worthless Drugs and Prostitution

The story here is of a girl that has fallen to the cycle of drugs, and prostitution.

My issue with this song lies just between her lost soul, and this mans fulfilled addiction.

I don’t see where the man is falling victim to his own addiction.

All the while, this girl appears to be the walking dead.

As capital is the issue.  I think a capitalist perspective should be welcomed here.

Is her body (whether she is willing or not) an item that should be available for purchase?

Sex sells right?  How is this any different than porn, magazines, and strip clubs.

These all serve the promiscuous mind.  Those are also all legal.  Not to far from Vegas, prostitution is legal as well.

Obviously there is an industry for these people that are willing to pay.

Why is this an option (besides she is lost & doesn’t know her worth)?

Why do people pay for this  (besides they are  lost & don’t know their worth)? 

The Lyrics “The A Team” By Ed Sheeran

White lips, pale face
Breathing in snowflakes
Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light’s gone, day’s end
Struggling to pay rent
Long nights, strange menAnd they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to flyRipped gloves, raincoat
Tried to swim and stay afloat
Dry house, wet clothes
Loose change, bank notes
Weary-eyed, dry throat
Call girl, no phone

And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
And they scream
The worst things in life come free to us
Cause we’re just under the upper hand
And go mad for a couple grams
And she don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
Or sells love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
An angel will die
Covered in white
Closed eye
And hoping for a better life
This time, we’ll fade out tonight
Straight down the line

And they say
She’s in the Class A Team
Stuck in her daydream
Been this way since eighteen
But lately her face seems
Slowly sinking, wasting
Crumbling like pastries
They scream
The worst things in life come free to us
And we’re all under the upper hand
Go mad for a couple grams
And we don’t want to go outside tonight
And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland
Or sell love to another man
It’s too cold outside
For angels to fly
Angels to fly
To fly, fly
For angels to fly, to fly, to fly
Or angels to die