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Monday, April 16, 2007

Hold On, Please

Dealing with Telephone Pests:
Three Little Magic Words

Steve Rubenstein
©2002 San Francisco Chronicle

Humanity could defeat its greatest scourge if everyone would repeat the phrase: "Hold on, please."

Three simple words, enough to change the world. Whenever a phone solicitor calls in the middle of dinner, don't get sore. Don't slam down the receiver. Don't hang up. Just say, "Hold on, please." Then gently set the receiver on the table and go about your business.

Why will this change the world? Because the solicitor will hold on, too. While the solicitor is on hold, he cannot bug other people in the middle of dinner, can he?

No, he can't.

For years, I have employed the Hold On Please technique. The mathematics behind the HOP technique are truly amazing. Phone solicitors make money because one or two saps in every 100 calls actually listen to the sales pitch and buy something. But what if each unsuccessful call took the solicitor a few minutes instead of a few seconds? What if a phone solicitor could make only a dozen calls per hour, instead of several hundred? Then it would no longer be cost-effective to bother people in the middle of dinner, would it?

No, it wouldn't.

A small idea, invented by me. My gift to the race. Simple, like the wheel.

(Some minutes later, after the solicitor decides you are not coming back and hangs up on his end, you will hear the distinctive wah-wah sound from your receiver, meaning it is OK to hang up your phone.)

Developing the Hold On Please technique is my way of atoning for an abysmal night I spent years ago in Oakland as an honest-to-God phone solicitor. The taskmaster of this enterprise -- a smarmy guy in used-car-salesman boots and mustache -- had jammed dozens of us youngsters into a cramped, stuffy room above a pizzeria. Each of us got a huge list of phone numbers, along with a script. (The charity that I was trying to raise money for, it turned out later, would only get 30 percent of the take -- the phone soliciting company bagged the rest.) Most of the time, I never even got to finish saying, "Hi, my name is Steve Rubenstein and I'm calling on behalf of . . ." before I would hear the Click.

Every few seconds, another click. Over and over. Click, click, click, click, click. We newbies were getting plenty frustrated. The head guy came over and said not to be discouraged, because quick clicks, as he called them, were a phone solicitor's friends. The true enemy, he said, were lonely people who kept you on the line for five or 10 minutes, and still didn't fork over any dough.

After an hour of the phone calling, after bugging dozens of people during dinner and being justifiably cussed at, screamed at and having my ancestry challenged in unsettling ways, I quit the job. The guy paid me my $5, not even 30 pieces of silver, and I slunk downstairs to the pizzeria for a beer and a sausage pizza to assuage my guilt. (Sausage can assuage, but Budweiser is wiser.)

It was then I came up with the Hold On Please technique. I mentioned it later to the head guy, after he came down for a beer of his own, and the edges of his used-car mustache seemed to droop. He said if everyone in the world did it, he'd be out of business.

Don't tell anyone, he pleaded. Just between you and me, he said. OK, I promised. So much for honor among thieves.

So there you are. It is nearly spring, a time of renewal, of rebirth. A time to give the world a fresh start.

Three simple words can do it. Remember, all great movements started small!!



Mwuahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Wednesday, June 1, 2005

The Healthy Submissive

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Wednesday, August 28, 2002

A weighty matter


Dear Miss Manners,
I have been married to the girl next door for 22 years and when we married we were both in very good shape. We have three wonderful children and a marriage that lacks for romance.

I have maintained my size and shape after all these years because of my workout habits. My wife, even after the three births, was able to maintain a very sexy figure for years because of her workout habits.

Over the last six years, she has lost most of the joy and a majority of her discipline to work out and has gained weight. She went from a slim 120 pounds to 145 pounds and grew from a size small (6) to a large (10). Over the last year I have mentioned her weight many times. Too many times, to the point that I have hurt her feelings with several of these comments.

This is my question. How can I tell her the truth of how I feel toward her without hurting her? I still love her and would never divorce her but I have lived for the last six years with a women that I did not marry and would not have dated 22 years ago at her current size. She is only 40 years old!


Gentle Reader,
Honesty in marriage is vastly over-rated, Miss Manners has always thought. She can hardly think of a worse topic to be truthful about to your wife than that you feel aggrieved that her looks have changed after 22 years, and now consider her someone you would not date, let alone marry.

Even if you succeeded in upsetting her to the point where she wasted away -- although you would be taking the risk of driving her in the other direction, toward the refrigerator -- what good would it do you? She would only feel aggrieved that she married someone whose feelings had shrunken so unattractively.

The only acceptable way to go about encouraging her to lose weight is with flattery, not criticism. Tell her you are worried about her health because you love her so dearly. Tell her that the greatest present she could give you would be to let you see her once again in her wedding dress. Tell her that you hope she still finds you attractive. Just don¹t tell her that your having maintained your weight makes you entitled to a more attractive wife than you consider her to be.



Ya know - this is the kind of attitude that sends women into anoreixa. FOUR sizes over 22 YEARS and THREE children??? FOUR sizes. And he wouldn't have dated her at a 10? Oh god lord man! Did her marry her for her waistline or for love and compassion and trust and all that other good stuff?

Worried about her health!? *sighs* Since when does a size TEN put in the the 'unhelathily fat' stage? Even if she WAS say - 4'9....145 isn't super fat. Gee Whiz.

And the wife would be wrong if she complained that he couldn't get it up like the 18 y/o she married did.

Ugh.

jasmyn

Thursday, June 7, 2001

Cool Riddle

Hmmm... this is a fun riddle that quierodiado (I KNOW I messed up her name) dug up.... It's alot of fun, and a great logic exerciser...

This is a quiz written by Albert Einstein. He said that 98% of the people in the world would not be able to solve this quiz. Are you among the 2% (Mensa's admission credentials)
FACTS
1. There are 5 houses in different colors.
2. In each house lives a person with different nationality.
3. These 5 owners eats a certain dish, drinks a certain beverage and keeps a certain pet.
4. No owners have the same pet, eats the same dish or drinks the same drink.
HINTS:
1. The British lives in a red house.
2. The Swede keeps a dog.
3. The Dane drinks tea.
4. The green house is on the left of the white house.
5. The green house owner drinks coffee.
6. The owner who eats pork chops rears birds.
7. The owner of the yellow house eats fish and chips.
8. The man living in the middle house drinks milk.
9. The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10. The man who eats beefsteak lives next to the man who eats fish and chips.
11. The man who keeps horses lives next to the one who keeps cats.
12. The man who eats grilled chicken drinks beer.
13. The German eats lamb chops.
14. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15. The man who eats beefsteak has a neighbor who drinks water.
THE QUESTION IS:
WHO KEEPS FISH?


Note: If you look for the answer on the web, the original riddle was house, drink, CIGAR, nationality and pet. :) Ask me for the answer and I will drop it in your notes.

Friday, May 18, 2001

What Next?

Hm. Just read a most interesting article….

Woman Convicted of Killing Her Fetus
A woman was convicted Wednesday and sentenced to 12 years in prison for killing her unborn child by using crack cocaine during her pregnancy.
The verdict marks the first time a woman in the United States has been found guilty of homicide for taking drugs during pregnancy, an advocate for the defendant claimed.
The case also opens the door for prosecutors to charge women with neglect under other conditions, such as smoking during pregnancy, said Wyndi Anderson, executive director of the South Carolina Advocates for Pregnant Women.
A jury found Regina McKnight, 24, guilty after deliberating just 15 minutes. She could have faced a life sentence. McKnight`s lawyers said they will appeal.
The state Supreme Court ruled in 1996 that a viable fetus is considered a child and mothers can be charged with abuse if they took drugs after their unborn child was able to live outside the womb.
McKnight`s baby was stillborn in 1999 at 35 weeks. She is the mother of three other children and is two months pregnant.
``The state needed to press forward because a child ended up dead,` prosecutor Bert von Herrmann said. ``She smoked cocaine as much and as often as she could ... if that`s not extreme indifference to life, I don`t know what is.`
But defense attorney Orrie West said the brief deliberations indicate the jury punished McKnight because she was a drug addict.
``Given almost all of the trial involved complex medical testimony, I don`t think the jury weighed it like they should,` West said.
The defense said an inflammation of the placenta, which could have at least two causes other than drug use, killed the fetus.
This was McKnight`s second trial; a mistrial was declared in January after two jurors used the Internet to look up medical information.



Now…if she was convicted of this, how soon will someone convict of woman who has had an abortion of killing her fetus? *sighs* I know that in this trial, it was a ‘viable’ fetus, but lawyers are good at using whatever they can. It’s just things like this that make me nervous.
It reminds me of a book I once read called Gibbon’s Decline and Fall by Sheri Tepper, about how there is a growing Immaculate Conception attitude developing about women’s bodies when it comes to pregnancy. The IC attitude was basically defined as viewing women as only vessel to hold the Divine Sperm, and once that sperm was in them, no matter what, they were destined to become mothers, no matter how inappropriate it my have been for them to be expected to be mothers. Furthermore, once the child was born, the mother was no longer quite as important, only the child mattered.
It comes to a point where there is a dangerously fine line between expecting women to take responsibility for the results of their actions, and granting them the freedom to try and prevent themselves from making an even bigger mistake.
Not every woman who gets pregnant is ready, willing or able to be a mother. That is a simple fact of human psychology and biology. Forcing anyone to become a mother, or penalizing anyone who chooses not to be a mother can end up with a child being forcibly placed into an abusive situation. *sighs*
Did you know that there are Christian groups who are protesting the use of birth control pills because they can allow conception, but prevent implantation? In other words, they view the pill as a very very very early abortion. *sighs*
There are times when it feels like being a sexually independent woman is a right that ‘some people’ are slowly trying to chip away…yet you hear so little about sexually responsible men. Hm. Makes you wonder.
Stay Jazzed.

Wednesday, January 10, 2001

I believe

Swiped this from an email... it's so gently sad & true.
I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every
once in a while and you must forgive
them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last
time you see them! .

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and
steamy a relationship is at first,
the passion fades and there had
better be something else to take
its place.


I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do anything
or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love
you the way you want them to doesn't
mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourse! lf.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken
the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a
secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally.
different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of
hours by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
! that even when you think you have no more
to give, when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.



Friday, September 15, 2000

She's DEAD

Hmm...as I was rooting through my mailbox... I found this...

On August 26, 1995, at 11:55 p.m., while struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away, without the slightest bit of hoopla.
Medical sources say that she died of natural causes, but those who knew & used her know she died from: being silent when she should have been screaming, milling when she should have been raging, being sick & not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them, and an overdose of other people clinging on to her when she didn't even have energy for herself.

She died from loving men who didn't love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.
She died from raising children alone and not doing a complete job.
She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother & her mother told her about life, men & racism.
She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt & back again.
She died from being battered by someone who claimed to love her & she allowed the battering to go on to show she luvvvvvvvvv'd him too.
She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous break-down she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.
She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder & there was no one under her she could dump on.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the multiple births of children she never really wanted but was forced to have by the strangling morality of those around her.
She died from being a mother at 15 & a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45.
She died from being dragged down and sat upon by unevolved women posing as sisters.
She died from pretending the life she was living was a Kodak moment instead of a 20th century, post-slavery nightmare.
She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house. She died from lack of orgasms because she never learned what made her body happy & no one took the time to teach her and sometimes, when she found arms that were tender, she died because they belonged to the same gender.
She died from sacrificing herself for everybody & everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other.
She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.
She died from race memories of being snatched & snatched & raped & snatched & sold & snatched & bred & snatched & whipped & snatched &worked to death.
She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words & empty songs.
She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.
She died from hiding her real feelings until they became monstrously hard & bitter enough to invade her womb & breasts like angry tumors.
She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators.

The strong black woman is dead.

She died from the punishments received from being honest about life, racism & men.
She died from being called a bitch for being verbal, a dyke for being assertive & a whore for picking her own lovers.
She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted.
She died from being too black & died again for not being black enuff.
She died from castration every time somebody thought of her as only a woman, or treated her like less than a man.
She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities.
She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her.
She died from loneliness in birthing rooms & aloneness in abortion centers.
She died of shock in courtrooms where she sat, alone, watching her children being legally lynched.
She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred & neglect.
She died in her mind, fighting life, racism, & men, while her body was carted away & stashed in a human warehouse for the spiritually mutilated.

And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes & flat butts, rejected to death by the O.J.'s, the Quincy's, & the Poitier's.
Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, & the race on her back.

The strong silent, shit- talking black woman is dead.

Or is she still alive and kicking?

I know I am still here.

Saturday, August 5, 2000

Life Instructions

*smiles* I grabbed this from someone else's diary, and I thought it was rather wise & nice.


Instructions for life:


    Eat a lot of brown rice
    Give to people more than they expect and do it with grace
    Learn by heart your favorite poem
    Do not believe everything you hear, do not spend all you have and do not sleep as much as you would like
    When you say "I love you", mean it
    When you say "I am sorry" look at the other in the eyes
    Keep an engagement of at least six months before getting married
    Believe in love at first sight
    Do not ever make fun of other peoples dreams
    Love deeply and with passion. You may get hurt but it is the only way to live life fully.
    In case of disagreements be fair.
    Do not offend
    Do not judge others by their parents
    Speak slowly but think fast
    If someone asks you a question you do not want to answer, smile.
    Remember that the biggest loves and major successes entail greater risks
    Call your mother
    Say "bless you" if someone sneezes
    When you lose, do not forget the lesson
    Remember the three R's: Respect towards yourself, Respect towards others and Responsibility for all your actions
    Do not allow a small misunderstanding to damage a big friendship
    When you realize you have made a mistake, correct it immediately
    Smile when you answer the phone, who calls you will hear it in your voice
    Get married with a man/woman that likes conversation. When you are old, your ability to converse will be more important than any other
    Spend some time in solitude
    Open your arms to change, but do not throw away your values
    Remember that silence sometimes is the best answer
    Read more books and watch less TV
    Live a good and honourable life.
    Later on when you will be old and you will remember the past, you will see that you will be able to live it a second time
    Trust in your beliefs but lock your car
    A loving mood at home is important.
    Do everything you can to create a loving, harmonious and relaxed atmosphere
    When in disagreement with your loved ones, give importance to the present situation
    Do not bring up the past
    Read between the lines
    Share your friends, it is a way to reach immortality
    Be kind with the Earth
    Do not ever interrupt one that shows you affection or kindness
    Take care of your business
    Do not trust a man or a woman that does not close their eyes when you kiss them
    Once a year visit a place you have never been before
    If you make a lot of money give to help others while you are still alive. This is the best satisfaction that good fortune can give you
    Remember that not obtaining what you want is sometimes a stroke of luck
    Learn all the rules and then infringe some
    Remember that the best relationship is the one in which the love between two people is bigger than the need you have for one another
    Judge your success in relation to what you must renounce to obtain it
    Love and cook with some abandonment



Stay Jazzed

Monday, July 31, 2000

Celibacy

A Woman's Sexual Abstinence and Celibacy
By Elizabeth Davis

The woman who decides, for whatever reason, that she wishes to abstain from sex has been looked upon by our society as something of a anomaly. Sexual activity so deeply pervades our cultural definition of happiness and fulfillment that a woman going without is automatically presumed to be deprived and longing. As will be shown in the following pages, nothing could be further from the truth, at least when abstinence is a choice.

In fact, more and more women are deciding to take time off from sexual activity when preoccupied with personal issues and problems. Social autonomy has set the stage for women's emotional self-determination. The cultural constraints of the 1950s that defined sex for women as either taboo or obligatory no longer hold sway. Women may be categorically portrayed in the media as sex objects, but they are increasingly shown to have sexual identities and lives of their own. That a woman would, under circumstances of stress or emotional strain, decide it best to keep her vital energies to herself is certainly understandable.

To illustrate, here is a story of my own experience some years ago. My husband and I were going through a particularly difficult time in our relationship; we were not yet married (a bone of contention between us) and were working out negative consequences of an affair he had had some time earlier. That these issues were disrupting our sex life was quite natural, to my thinking, although I won't deny I was concerned. Our therapist, who had additional training in sex therapy, showed us a tape one day of a couple engaged in foreplay according to specific recommendations and step-by-step instructions. This experience both mortified and frustrated me, and I told her outright, "I don't need this, I don't think we have any problems with technique. My problem is with my feelings, my pain and vulnerability, the trust issue. I think if we work on these, I'll want to have sex again." This is not to minimize sex therapy for those with unusual aversions or physical difficulties, but for the vast majority of women, sexual dysfunction is emotionally based, and nothing more. We don't need another survey to tell us that a woman cannot be loving, open, and orgasmic if she feels her partner is treating her poorly or unfairly, let alone if she can't do right by herself.

What is it like to take a sexual time-out? It depends on the situation, but most women report a typical progression from loneliness to self-confidence and clarity. Brenda, a single, career-oriented woman in her thirties, tells how a series of relationships frightened her into abstinence that then became voluntary for a period of seven months.

I had an outrageous affair with a fellow who turned out to be royalty, a Scottish lord in fact. It was a whirlwind romance -- in a matter of weeks he proposed marriage. On the one hand, I knew I'd be "taken care of" for life, and all my friends were telling me to go for it. But this is a pattern that keeps reoccurring in my life -- guys go crazy for me, and the situation becomes overwhelming. Maybe I have something to do with it -- after all, I let it happen, to a point. Then I feel this pressure of being swept away, and I notice that it happens more when I'm unsettled or stressed at work.
So, I said no to this guy with much relief, and then the same thing happened with a man who turned out to be married -- there were signs and signals that I never followed up until it was way too late. After this I pulled back completely from men and sex.
Being celibate for all these months has given me some important things. One is protection -- I can feel vulnerable with myself and not be at risk. Another is a very clear picture of what I want in relationship: marriage to the right man. Eventually, because now I'm content to wait.


Other comments from women in similar circumstances: "I'm pleased and proud to be nurturing me"; "I see the seeds of myself beginning to grow"; "I have inner conviction now -- I'm my own person." It would seem, in a way, that voluntary abstinence is something of a right of passage for women today, particularly in reaction to tremendously eased sexual mores.

Yet another factor in the upsurge of celibacy may be women's desire to reconnect with the monthly cycle, particularly the menstrual phase. In examining menstrual taboos, it is unclear whether these were culturally imposed by men or formulated by women themselves. Nevertheless, ritual isolation while menstruating gives women the opportunity to be celibate for a few days, to disentangle themselves from routine obligations, and to reflect on personal issues in the company of others doing the same. Perhaps we all need such a respite, a chance to have body and soul to ourselves periodically without guilt or anxiety. Without this, we may manifest patterns of self-denial and subservience.

Let us examine this premise by way of example, taking first that of Lynda, who explains:
I grew up in a household where mom's main task was taking care of everyone else's business. I loved her for it, hated her for it, learned to depend on her and not myself. Even though we fought bitterly when I was in my teens, I found myself continually dependent and wanting to please her before myself, even as an adult. Three marriages and three children later, I still don't know all that much about me. My sexuality has been restrained, I think, confined to what's expected. I've been abstinent for three months now, and it's been a good way for me to sort things out and get to the heart of who I am. To tell you the truth, I feel like a child now, discovering broken threads from the past and reweaving them. Right now, I don't want anyone else but me.

This points to a primary need of women throughout time, that of self-containment. Women and Madness, by Phyllis Chesler, explores the consequence of diffusing the self for the ease and pleasure of others until complete disintegration of personality threatens to occur. When a woman rallies from this position it is usually with passion and fury; a passion that requires no other partner than herself.

Sometimes sexual excess leads to celibacy. This too is a classic theme, and women are not exempt. Here is what Alena has to say:
I was rather repressed when I was young, living in a house that was immaculately clean and bound by strict rules of behavior. There was love, but there was also fear; my mom was afraid of herself, I guess. I took the road less traveled (at least in my family) and dropped out of school. I met wild and wonderful people, and found I could make good money selling sexual favors. Not prostitution exactly, but intimate massages, blow jobs, that kind of thing. I was choosy, though, and never a slave to anyone. For a while I felt free, for the first time in my life. Then good friends turned bad, a few died of drug overdoses, and I turned to religion. I needed to purify myself, and I didn't have sex with anyone for three years.

As we enter our second decade of confronting HIV and AIDS, stories like this become increasingly rare. Nevertheless, sexual addiction and overindulgence remain major pathways to celibacy for a number of women.

More commonly, women complain of feeling prostituted in seemingly conventional relationships. Often this comes from repressing the pain of unmet needs, or of being ignored or belittled. The result is that sex becomes quite sporadic: a few encounters over a period of a day or two (perhaps after an argument) and then weeks with no contact. Recent research has shown that sporadic sexual activity is more likely to cause menstrual irregularity and subfertility than is celibacy. (Orgasm via masturbation does not seem to compensate.) Either regular sex, or none at all, tends to maintain normal hormonal levels and rhythms.1

Nothing disrupts sexual closeness like infidelity. Trust is so basic to a healthy relationship that once it is violated, intimacy may be nearly impossible to regain without a break or time alone to heal. Again, a classic account from Harriet:
My husband was unfaithful from day one, but it took me years to acknowledge it. Once I did, I went crazy with jealousy and fear. I started having anxiety attacks, even in public places. I'd just be going along fine, when suddenly I'd feel breathless, lightheaded; my heart would be racing and I'd have to sit down. I ended my marriage, but the same thing happened with the next guy. I finally realized that sex had become so full of fear and pain for me that I would probably keep losing again and again, unless I broke the cycle on my own. So I quit looking for validation from men, for breathtaking romance, and got down to being by myself. Some days I felt so alone that panic and anxiety nearly got me, but eventually, I could catch these feelings right away and set myself free. I discovered the things that nourished me and made me feel complete, instead of trying to fit other people's notions of what I should be.

Pain and heartbreak aside, it is time for women to recognize that the sexes definitely differ in erotic temperament. According to research presented in Brain Sex, there is overwhelming evidence that men are by nature polygamous and tend to focus on sex for its own sake.2 This does not preclude romance or even monogamous commitment, but a woman needs to know what she is up against. In any case, happiness comes not from seeking some idealized version of masculinity. Accepting men for what they are is the first step toward strengthening our own position. Relationships involve conflict because male and female desires appear to be at odds, but they can also be viewed as complementary. Each sex has certain basic needs that are fairly consistent; John Gray has illuminated this quite well.

For example, women need to feel cared for and loved in order to be able to trust their partners. Men, on the other hand, need to be trusted in order to give; a man without a woman's trust loses his momentum, his vitality. Naturally, men will fail to care for women as women would like, and women will find reason to lose trust in men, but that doesn't change the basic needs of each. The more realistic we are about differences between the sexes, and the more we accept our own traits and tendencies, the better we will be at weathering the ups and downs in relationships, the inevitable challenges and disappointments.

When a woman chooses sexual abstinence, she has the opportunity to own both her masculine and feminine aspects and bring them to terms with one another. For example, she can look at how much love and nourishment she gives to herself, and, if minimal, at the resulting lack of trust and vulnerability she feels with others. This will not change her basic needs once she is in a relationship: no matter how well she has learned to care for herself, she will still be vulnerable to a lack of caring from her partner. However, she may be better equipped to deal with breakdowns in communication and estrangement when they occur and go on caring for herself regardless.

How positive or constructive a period of abstinence is for a woman largely depends on how deliberate it is. When abstinence is by choice, negative side effects such as depression, lack of motivation, and disinterest in personal hygiene may not occur. Note that just as it may benefit a woman to be free of overconcern for her appearance, her self-esteem may be negatively affected if she doesn't keep herself up. More than occasional depression demands attention, and perhaps assistance. Counseling can help, as can time spent regularly with other women in group process or circle. Starting a woman's circle is not all that difficult; you can make your time together whatever you want, perhaps with ritual and planned discussion of topics such as money, sexuality, jealously, or whatever feels relevant from meeting to meeting.

Another possibility is to choose a book on women's issues or ritual celebrations and work through it together. In my experience, great revelations can occur in these situations without any professional assistance. One reason that women do not find much cultural support for sexual abstinence is that men find sex a prerequisite for emotional release, a precursor to love. Women, on the other hand, are more readily able to love themselves and others without sexual demonstration. When women choose celibacy, they threaten male needs, male control; we see this reflected in our language by terminology that is far from flattering, such as old maid, spinster, and prude.

In the days of witch burnings, it is notable that the vast majority of victims were single women of advanced age, so unacceptable was it for women to refuse to be vessels for male satisfaction and procreation. Some women worry about needing sexual contact to remain physically youthful and attractive. Certainly masturbation can serve to relieve tension, stimulate pelvic circulation, provide pleasure and the benefits of oxytocin. And there are innumerable ways to find physical satisfaction and emotional and spiritual release that have little to do with sex. Some women just don't want sex, whatever the reason, and that's all there is to it. Ultimately, women are more autonomous than men in this regard because they are better able to incorporate the erotic in all aspects of life.

What, if any, are the physical effects of long-term abstinence? With so many motivating factors, it is difficult to generalize. Some women do notice symptoms of pelvic tension such as chronic backache, increased premenstrual tension, or menstrual difficulties, but just as many report cessation of the above, particularly when abstinent after ending a miserable relationship. Occasionally, women report losing touch with the monthly cycle, becoming less aware of fertile and premenstrual signals. If fertility awareness was used contraceptively, this is certainly understandable. But perhaps these women are merely revising emotional and spiritual aspects of cycling to suit their newfound autonomy; most state that abstinency clears the way for more honest acknowledgment of feelings.

Many women notice increased awareness of diet and health when on their own. Without the distraction of another's needs, they are better able to see the results of their own eating and lifestyle habits, and to experiment with what makes them feel best. Particularly if a woman has been living with someone and cooking and eating more to suit his or her wishes than her own, she may find this aspect of being alone most illuminating and beneficial.

Women often say that the less sex they have, the less they think about it. Sometimes the longing for contact is strong, but usually it is more a desire for intimacy than sex itself (unless a woman is peak-fertile or premenstrual). Being celibate is less about not having sex than it is about being alone, dealing with one's own body, psyche, and soul. The periodic desire for intimacy is part of the deal and should be seen as a personal manifestation of need rather than the result of having someone attractive around.

Other reasons why a woman might choose to avoid having sex temporarily have little to do with relationship. For example, a woman friend of mine recently shared plans for a year-long trip around the world and her decision to forego sexual involvement until she left. No dates, no serious flirting, just packing and settling affairs. Similar indications might be plans to move house, change career, or focus on a creative project. As a spiritual discipline, celibacy has long been reputed to enhance one's concentration if undertaken with clear and serious resolve: something all women should think about and keep open as an option.

And what if a woman elects to take this option in spite of the fact that she is married or in intimate partnership? We read and hear much about differences in sexual desire between partners and, at last, the periodic desire for abstinence is coming out of the closest. National surveys on the frequency of sex deal in averages only. One must figure in the less-than-desired episodes and unsatisfactory contacts, as well as the flurry of sexual activity common in the initial stages of a relationship when major challenges to intimacy have yet to be faced. I can think of no long-term study that reflects the phases of closeness and separation in enduring relationships.

How does a couple get by when one wants sex and the other does not? Ideally they discuss the matter and set themselves limits. If emotional issues arise or become acute, they may decide they need outside help. Marriages in distress are frequently challenged to redefine sex from an obligatory or perfunctory activity to one of free will. Periods of abstinence may be crucial to sorting out individual needs and concerns. If either partner has been unfaithful, physically abusive, or psychologically brutal to the other, so much more case. After all, what possible tenderness, joy, or security could come from sexual contact under such tenuous circumstances?

Personal trauma of any kind is likely to interfere with a couple's sex life, particularly the loss of a loved one. The death of a child, a parent, or a dear friend or relative may cause either a desperate need for contact or complete disinterest. If only one partner is affected, the other may provide stable ground. But if both are devastated, as by the loss of a child, getting into the emotional intensity of sex may be just too much to handle. Rhythms of processing grief may also be at odds so that when one partner is raw and vulnerable, the other is shut down and unable to feel much of anything.

Here is Amanda's story of what happened to her after the death of her son at eight weeks from crib death, or SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome):
I don't think there is anything more horribly painful on earth than losing a child, at least, I hope there's not, because I don't think I could endure it. Jerry and I had many sad and upsetting experiences trying to make love after Jason's death, but this one time was so amazing I must share it with you. We were fucking and crying, really, fucking and crying, when we felt something descend on us, a great break in the tension, a feeling of warmth and healing. It was so wonderful, I can't tell you -- a perfect state of grace. Sex aside, orgasms aside, in that moment, time stood still and we felt whole again. After this, we stopped doubting and blaming ourselves so much. The guilt began to lift, and we began to live life again.

Reestablishing intimacy after any kind of intensely painful experience or shock is a difficult process; this couple was lucky to find common ground. Time heals, more than anything else. Realigning oneself after deep trauma is hardly a simple matter; layer upon layer must be permeated with new hope, definition, and resolve. For a time, we strongly encouraged people to express their grief profoundly and immediately; we now see that mourning and grieving are in fact cyclic processes and may take years and years to complete. The same is true, by the way, for anyone recovering from experiences of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse.

Tina relates: "Pat and I had known each other for about a year, while she was still living with her previous partner. Then she and I became intimate, and she decided to leave Sue. She felt great guilt about this decision, along with new sadness and confusion regarding patterns of passivity from childhood abuse. Just as she became free to be with me, she decided she couldn't be sexual for a while. That was okay; I understood." Coping with the effects of debilitating illness, handicap, or mutilating surgery such as mastectomy or hysterectomy may also call for a sexual time off.

Sometimes the desire for abstinence becomes permanent, as in Joan's case:
I'm 69 now, and my husband died six years ago. A couple of years after his death, friends tried to set me up with men, and at first I was curious, interested. But each time it was so obviously wrong that all I felt was revulsion. I'd think to myself, "I have to get in bed with that?" I had such a wonderful marriage, and now I have my children and grandchildren. I've got used to being alone, and honestly, I like it.

At the other end of spectrum we have the plain, old-fashioned desire to wait for the right relationship. More and more women are choosing to remain virgins late into their teens or throughout their early twenties, no longer feeling so intense a pressure to prove their sexual liberation. This has much to do with living in the shadow of AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases.

Thus, for the first time in modern history, women are discovering the freedom to choose from a spectrum of sexual options. And now that sex by coercion is being defined as abuse, women have an opportunity to explore themselves as sexual beings in nonsexual phases. The ultimate dictum of sexual therapy -- "Don't worry about pleasing your partner, start by pleasing yourself" -- may soon be realized by women on a mass scale. In the process, women will see that their sexual energy is vital to their own well-being and instrumental to creativity, health, and happiness, whether shared with another or not. Indeed, it will seem increasingly natural and acceptable that a woman (or man) should have phases when sexual interaction is either inappropriate, undesirable, or low on the list of priorities, and that there will be times when sexual energy is channeled into highly personal pursuits.

Friday, July 28, 2000

Dance Like Nobody's Watching

I finally found the essay that saying comes from. :) I think it has alot of relevance to my life... *sighs* EVERYTHING seems to have alot of relevance to my life suddenly.

Dance Like No One Is Watching
We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?

Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawn on me that these obstacles were my life."

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with...and remember that time waits for no one...

So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die - - to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy..

Happiness is a journey, not a destination. Thought for the day: Work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like no one's watching. Get busy living or get busy dying.

Stay Jazzed

Body Matters (Part 2)

I got this in an email today…. it fits what I was talking about earlier sooooo perfectly. And it fits me too…


Understanding My Beauty
I see you looking at me with that look of admiration and confusion I have come to know so well.
I see you struggling to figure out what it is about me that won't allow you to look away.
I see you trying to pin point the physical trait that is drawing you so strongly to me.
I see you comparing me to the type of women who USUALLY grab your attention.
I see you noticing that you aren't the only man noticing.
I see you getting frustrated because you can't figure out why you think I'm so beautiful.

Well Baby, Let me help you out...
It's not my face, you've seen much prettier I'm sure.
It's not my make-up, I don't wear enough to really make a difference.
It's not my hair, it's nice but plain.
It's not my clothes, lots of other women dress nicely.
It's not my body, I don't have the kind of measurements to be considered "superfine".
It's not my smile, it's warm and welcoming but not unique enough to stand out.

You see,
It's my confidence, the way I don't seem to care whether you look or not.
It's my humbleness, the way I acknowledge my flaws rather than disguise them.
It's my honesty, the way you automatically feel it's okay to trust what I say.
It's my tactfulness, the way you never have to worry about your feelings being hurt.
It's my submissiveness, the way I quietly allow you to take charge and be a man.
It's my aggressiveness, the way I go after the things I want in life.
It's my intelligence, the way I think deeply and articulate clearly.
It's my naivete, the way I am willing to let you teach me the things I don't know.
It's my integrity, the way I show you that I will always do the right thing and the way I expect you to do the same.
It's my naughtiness, the way I am willing to let go of my inhibitions sometimes.
It's my sense of humor, the way I bring out the "silliness" in you and the way I make you laugh.
It's my thoughtfulness, the way I comfort you when you are hurt, encourage you when you are strong, help you when you are weak and motivate you to do things you never thought possible.
It's my loyalty, that special way I make you feel like you are the only man alive when I am with you.
It's my independence, the way I have my own place, my own ride, and I pay my own bills.
The way I don't ask YOU to do the things I should do for myself.
It's the way I have a life of my own so that I don't feel the need to "sweat" you when you are doing things that don't involve me.
Yes, I'm beautiful.
I have the kind of beauty that does not fade with age or change with trends.
I see you looking, trying desperately to figure out why YOU are so attracted to me.
Allow me to let you in on the secret to understanding MY beauty.
Look at me with your heart first.
Then, look at me with your eyes.
Now, Ain't I the finest woman you've ever seen?
And, Don't you FINALLY understand why?


Thursday, May 18, 2000

The OTHER facts of Life (for us)

Excerpts from The Other Facts of Life : from Mad at Miles: A BlackWoman’s Guide to Truth by Pearl Clege
These are the other facts of life. The ones your mother probably didn’t tell you because she didn’t want to scare you. What she didn’t realize that being scared isn’t the worse thing that could happen. Being unprepared is much worse


Violence
In America, they admit that five women a day are killed by their husbands, boyfriends, ex-husbands, ex-boyfriends, or lovers.
In America, the main reason women are hospitalized is because they have been beaten and tortured by men.
In America, thousands a women a day are raped and/or tortured and abused by men in as many ways as you can think of, and probably a whole lot more you haven’t thought of, and don’t want to, including beating, shooting, scalding, stabbing, shaking, and starving.
All men are capable of abusing women, no matter what they tell you or what they call it, so don’t kid yourself about this one or that one being different. It takes years of work & trust to eliminate the probability of violence in relationships between men & women. Don’t think you can rush the process because you wish you could.

Rape
Review the facts at the start of the section on violence. Let yourself think about them and feel what they really mean to each of us. Keep them in mind while you read about rape.
Rape is a crime of woman-hating and violence. It is NOT a crime of passion or a sex crime.
The victim of rape is never, never, never, never responsible, no matter what she was wearing, where she was walking, what she was doing or who she went out with, had a drink with, married, kissed, flirted with or lied to. Bad judgment and carelessness are not punishable by rape.
NO rape is ever justified and no rapist ever has an acceptable reason or excuse. Ever.

Sex
Take complete responsibility for birth control. Of course, in the best of all worlds, men would share equal responsibility for birth control. but realistically speaking, they won’t take it as seriously as we do. They can’t get pregnant.
Take complete responsibility for safe sex. Protect yourself against AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases by always carrying and using your own condoms.
Don’t fake pleasure, excitement, or orgasms. There is no excuse for it, no end to it, and no way to justify it. Whenever you find yourself considering ‘faking it’, ask yourself why & who benefits from such bullshit?

Sunday, May 14, 2000

I got Flowers Today.....

I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any other special day. We had our first argument last night, And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today. It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today, and it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. And it was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of my kids? What about money? I'm afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry. Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. It was the day of my funeral. Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I had gathered enough courage and strength to leave him, I would not have gotten flowers...today.

STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TODAY!!! DO NOT TOLERATE IT!!!!!




I got this in an email a few weeks ago…and I just read it, got thoroughly upset, and left it there, because I didn’t really know what to do with it. I’m still not sure what to do with it…because it touches something in me. It’s odd, because while I have never been subjected to physical/sexual (why are the two separate? isn’t sexual abuse the most abusing of all physical abuses??) abuse, I know entirely too many people who have been, whether in a relationship, or a marriage, or whatEVER and it scares me. It scares me because no one, male or female is safe from it. It scares me because as a woman, I have a 75% chance of being exposed to abuse on my body at some point in my life. And there is nothing that I can do to protect myself from it. I make every effort to ‘keep safe’, and no matter who ‘he’ is, I try to be sure that I am alone with no man who I don’t trust with my life. And trust me…most of those men are gay. But waayy back in the back of my head, I know that I am never safe… and I know that love can turn in to pain and even death. And I know that people may ignore my pain, and that even I may ignore my pain. And I know that every time I walk down the street… I take a chance. And that knowledge sits in the back of most women’s minds…no matter how many self-defense classes they have taken…or how fast the can run… or how unattractive they may feel themselves to be. We are hostage in our own bodies…on the constant alert & guard against violence.
I wonder if men fell the same way, and I can’t imagine that they do. I am not saying that I feel weak, or that I feel like prey, I am saying that I have the awareness that someone else may look at me and see me as weak, or as prey, or as a victim, and that I may have to fight for my life & my soul… and that I only rarely can I be totally safe. And I know that the only thing that may save me…beyond me being able to save myself… is for others to see what is going on, and assist me. So I’m doing this with it….scattering it out you the people in the Open Diary (many many many more people than I will ever have email addresses for) and with it, a plea.

If you see someone being hurt, whether it be a child, or an adult, or if you SUSPECT that you are seeing the side effects of someone being hurt…talk to that person…ask them if there is anything that you can do…anything that they need. And if you even consider yourself the least bit of a friend to that person… KEEP asking them until either you are CERTAIN that nothing is wrong, or until they turn to you or someone else for help. I am asking this for YOUR daughters & sister & brothers & cousins & sons & mothers & fathers & aunts & friends & loved ones. I am asking you this for every ONE who has ever had someone lay hands on them in anger or rage…I am asking this for ANYONE who has ever been harmed by someone they loved. I am asking that you do this for yourself…because the life you save my be your own.

Stay Jazzed…