Box of Vows

I discovered my vows in the bottom of a box

Scribbled, smooth as silk….yellow, red, purple…

the words,

of love and such.

With tannery hands,

I brushed away the

cobwebs.

I gently blew away the dust.

Endearment’s endeavors had been so young…way back when.

Impasse coupled with miracles…a constant friend.

Years of having worn my heart on my sleeve…lavished me in self proclaimed, misery.

It is only now, by virtue of, love’s vows…

I see the greatest gift of all.

‘You have taught me to take life less seriously.’

What to do when Naked

I will break this segment up in two phases:

Fighting with spouse…do’s and don’ts

What to do when naked?

Word has it on the ‘street’…Kaitlin Adderley, firmly believed that by taking her clothes off…piece by thong piece…she would show the world…and her boyfriend, just what they are missing!

According to a probable cause statement, Adderley was dressed when police arrived, but she made a statement to officers saying she had taken her clothes off during an argument with her boyfriend.

You knew what this was
I don’t want you anymore
I warned you before, I warned you before
Well I coulda sworn I told you I was mean

First and loathing-ly, I admit to having pulled some ‘stunts’…when semi single.

“Let me out of this car now!”

“I don’t care that we are in the middle of traffic hour, we are both menstruating or that we are driving in the galaxy of bad drivers (Mass-holes!)

Back beyond our first ‘date’. I say, first date, because everyone knows…

a lesbian’s second date requires moving in together.

Way back when my wife and I called arguments..discussions. Just to make life a little less like our parents.

Way back when, I felt she did not need another pair of…Croc’s from the Croc factory…to add to her,  Imelda Marcos , collection.

One thing led to another, potty mouths, potty words, bringing up dysfunctional past behaviors and correlating it with current days…shit! On and on, it went. Until I found myself walking down route 128…north out of Boston!

I learned terribly quickly that as much as I found myself fighting like my passive-aggressive mother…I can always change.

Alright so poor, Kaitlin, got busted! But busted naked! This trans-formative way of ‘fighting’ with significant others…encouraged me to look into,

How do we use our naked-ness…to get our way?

Most popular?

Well we know where we’re going
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowing
But we can’t say what we’ve seen
And we’re not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out

Texting naked! Encouraging someone on the other end to loose track of reality and…put one out! Right there in the damn car!

There were a sundry of other misdemeanors…

-plain old driving naked

-going to church naked

-home burglary…while naked

On and on…again!

In all honesty, this one brought me back. Naked! Naked! What have I done…nude? And, why?

In college, when my parent’s with minus function, had thought it a good idea to move from the city to the country.

Pissed off! Newly egocentric! Longing for tarred roads! I thought it a good idea to…iron…naked!

B strong! B brave! B humble! B badass!

That is right. In my fragile mind and blooming body, an ‘all body’ tan, was needed. Not only a physique without tan lines but clothes…freshly ironed, pressed and clean scented.

One thing led to another down a dirt and sodden road…Canterbury; I soon learned that ‘vehicles’ travel with a certain carcinogenic noise. And, everyone else (employees of my mother who live nearby) travel by horse. Horses are nice and quiet and generally do not alert naked college students doing their ironing on the back deck…of their approach.

When the Day is Done

Seventeen years, and I still remember her first tears. 

I vainly asserted an oath,

‘I will extinguish your fears!’

Faithfully, seconds and minutes did…what they will always do.

Trifling away as the morning dew.

Must remember to circle back.

to turning her gray skies blue.

 

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Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow  /ColdPlay

I Must Confide

In my undergrowth, I confide…

first time I wrote about…love, upon a wall…

I settled down with fear.

First time I offered up sheaths of fallen leaf…

a vain pulse…filled the reeds.

These incantations left my heart out in the garden.

And, only moments with romantic blossoms… magical, embedded their seed. 

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Mosuo Women Rule

In the howling winds of a deep, New Hampshire, December.  After the four legged children have been fed, watered and put to bed…I glance at my wife, my partner, my…not born yesterday, marriage.  Between the kicking, prodding, slurring and whispered, angry requests…I ponder…

Could I live like a Mosuo?

Mosuo are a small, matriarchal sect.  An ethnic group from China that defies traditional marriage.

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Instead, they have built their love relationships on something called, walking marriage.

Having read this little bit of knowledge.  And, currently dealing with a kicking wife who soundly sit’s up out of bed from a dead sleep and screams…

“Are you okay?”

Again I say to self…

Mosuo or not Mosuo?

Normally when she asks if everything is copacetic with my meditation time.  I just give into my demons.  Forgo the chant.  And worry about bills. 

However, her question came out in blood curdling bursts from a voice that sits between Pee Wee Herman and Joan Rivers.

Mosuo?  Do they really have anything on this so called, Walking Marriage.  No wives.  No husbands.  Children raised by the inner sanctum of family.

After all, at seventeen years in, we write post-it notes to each other…to have sex.

The women of Mosuo?  They sing and dance.  They probably even remember what they said to each other yesterday.  Most likely, the Lady in Charge of Her House, even rubs her perspective night-mate’s feet.  These little jabs at foreplay happen during the day…when no one is tired.

Later on that evening, women invite visitors to their rooms and encourage them to leave the next morning!

Benefits?'Oh bugger -- not the Jehovah's witnesses again!'

-Equal freedoms.

-This dating game can begin and end…whenever.

Or, as I like to say, ‘if the door hits you on the backside.  Don’t bother coming back in.’

-Never any need to inquire on the ‘adult’ stuff.  At least for a short period of time.  No pillow-talk over are the…kids alright?  Have you walked the dogs?  Did you get the stool sample from the cat?  Like the vet asked!

And, other little assets that come to mind if one decides to participate in a Walking Marriage:

Old people (like myself)can give it a whirl.

There is little domestic violence!  For christ’s sake…if two people can’t get along for a few hours.  They probably shouldn’t hook up!

War is less likely to happen!  With everyone having ‘walked’ the whole village.  War would be counter productive.

This Visiting Marriage can have its faults:

-What is love?

And, more importantly,

-What does love have to do with it? (Thank you, Tina Turner)

-If two Visitors happen to have visited the Lady’s abode?  What happens if they meet up?  Jealousy?  Hurt feelings?  Who will be the Sugar Momma or Sugar Daddy?  It could get ugly.

About now it is 3 in the morning.  My wife has now decided to wake up out of my sound sleep and ask…

“Don’t forget you have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow!

So, with Mosuo and Megan…on my mind.  I think ‘No’ to Mosuo tradition.  What if I broke a hip and needed someone to take care of me?  Take care of me for 4 to 6 weeks?  Who’d be walking through my house then?283362727208_1