marinara or pesto?

Last night I dreamt that my hair, instead of just turning white (which it has been doing for years in my dreams) was sprouting as spaghetti! There I was, looking in my dream-mirror, finding the whites and pulling them out, when I came across one particularly thick strand. When I separated it from the surrounding hair, I realized it was as thick as a piece of spaghetti! I've heard of capellini, but I never had *this* in mind!

So I started running my hands through my hair to find any other pieces of spaghetti-hair, and I came across a whole clump, kind of like what spaghetti looks like if you put it in water and forget to stir it apart--a big clump, about the size of two portions, stuck together, all the strands parallel, with the brand name somehow painted across the whole thing!

And no, I have not been consuming anything unusual lately.

Changes

Fall is here. Has anyone else noticed the changed sunlight? Summer sun is intense and yellow, and inspires melancholy when it sets. Fall sunlight is white and makes things float upwards. Maybe it’s the way it hits things, always from the side and never from directly above.

This is boot weather.

enie, meenie, miny, moe

What's your take on polyamory? It seems like more and more of my guy friends are polyamorous. Then again, perhaps they're just putting a label on what they have always done, or wanted to do.

In theory, polyamory makes sense. There is no reason why dyadic relationships should be considered better or worse than any other kind of relationships. I strongly believe that relationships are about sharing, not possession, and that love is something that can only grow. As we go through life and experience love, we take that love with use, even if the relationship in which it grew no longer exists. And on top of all that theoretical mumbo jumbo, let's face it: most people in ostensibly monogamous relationships end up straying at some point, anyway, and many relationships survive these transgressions.

On the other hand, human emotions don't necessarily follow human reason. Jealousy seems invariably to arise in polyamorous relationships, on at least one side, and that can be terribly damaging. How does one trust that one's partner wants only to hook up temporarily with someone else, and that s/he won't end up leaving you for him/her? On top of all that there's always the risk of contracting an STD and sharing that wonderful fun.

All considered, polyamorous relationships seem like an interesting idea to talk about, but I'm not interested in being in one. Call me closed minded, but I would rather be with one partner than many.

The whole world's a stage

Dating. It's a dance, a game, a ritual, of course, but everyone has a slightly different version of the script. Sometimes you meet people who share your script, and things go flowingly, for a while, until the script runs out and you're out there, with each other, unscripted. Then you sink or fly. But until then you go on together. In the past week I've met a man whose script meshes well with mine, so much so that I've been walking around smiling and, I'm told, glowing. We're still on script. I'll wait and see what happens in the next few weeks. Until then, I'm sitting here smiling.

Grab a bull by the...

So I had breakfast yesterday morning with DanceMan. We got talking about relationship dynamics, and he brought up the practice of putting a pin through a bull's balls at the start of a bullfight, in order to get it more worked up and ready to fight. Some women, he told me, like to handle their men the same way, always provoking them in order to elicit passion. Maybe there's an easier way? I'm reminded of a friend's brother, whose girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend--for a month!!--and then turned things around and blamed him for her behavior. "You weren't paying enough attention to me," or so the story went. And he bought it.