Writes Teresa Riordan, in "My 11-Year Relationship That Never Happened/At 50, divorced and suffering from delusions, I experienced the greatest love I had ever known. If only it were real" (NYT).
ADDED: It's only by chance that this post follows the previous post, which is about "bristling" at the touch of a partner with whom you have an established sexual relationship. The shared topic is puzzling automatic bodily reactions. What do they mean?
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I must wait for others to read the whole article, but the conflation of "love" and "orgasm" is not giving me a lot of hope that her story is going to be compelling to me. Did the guy also have long flowing hair and a shirt unbuttoned to the waist?
Well, yeah. She should have mentioned that those were unusually large Johnny Jump-ups that he thrust among her glistening Pussywillows. What nascent woodland gardenfrau would not be so moved by that sight pulsing outside her hothouse?
Was she reading too many bodice ripper novels with Fabio on the covers? Was she actually the victim of an incubus, an alien shape-shifter, or a failed Mark Zuckerberg virtual reality brain interface project?
Or, does the female mental illness stereotype reappear..."nuts and sluts"...
"Burn the witch!"
"Possessed!"
"Blücher!"
"What do they mean?"
1. Bristling: means I sense your need, but I'm not in the mood (a) now, or (b) maybe ever. To be continued later, or not.
2. Orgasms, while gazing through the window at flower drop-off guy: means, I want to get published in the NYT, so I better come up with some awesome fantasy shit. Making it up about her delusions.
Women are wierd.
It's hard to believe that she experienced ripples of orgasms, "mini" or not. That's some odd neural wiring.
We are the result of many reflexes and responses that have developed randomly over millennia. The ones that don't kill us and are advantageous tend to survive while most don't.
The subconscious mind doesn't know the difference between reality and the imagination, it's all the same, just as real. That's why visualization works and why Olympic level athletes employ it. Lots of experiments have proven this: if you imagine, visualize doing an action that trains the brain and is more effective than just practice alone. IOW, imagining great sex can be better and more fulfilling than actual sex, if you have a good imagination.
Man, sometimes the contributors to the NYT have got some weird *bleep* going on in their lives.
After all this silly talk of the clitoris and the g-spot, we now learn that the crape myrtle is the way to go. Many men, however, have trouble identifying a crape myrtle and are not willing to take the trouble to gently download the wildflowers in its shade.
Thank you, Althouse, for not using male nocturnal emissions as the basis for this look at puzzling automatic bodily reactions. Female orgasms, mini or not, delusional or not, are somehow much more universally appealing to all genders and both sexes. And less laundry to do, which is good for the environment.
Dagwood said...
"Blücher!"
And some significant whinnying commences in the New York Times.
I'm with Jamie, there's a difference between "love" and orgasms. Or at least in the modern world. The description sounded like the courtly love of lore.
On the other hand, I too have the memory of a very "good drug" unrequited attraction. It was intense, enjoyable, but I knew it would not survive returned attention contact "with the enemy." I did not the same level of physical enjoyment as this woman though.
"Courtly love is a medieval concept that romanticizes an idealized and often unattainable form of love, characterized by devotion, chivalry, and poetic expressions of longing. "
She stole it straight from a Star Trek: The Next Generation season 7 episode where the 50-year old female doctor falls in orgasmic love with a spirit.
Pay wall...can't read it.
Why didn't she make a move?
So you're saying she looked at him like the press looked at Hillary and Barack...
Crape myrtle in California, crepe myrtle in North Carolina. I had to google it to see if I had been misspelling it all these years.
Sad very sad.
An 11-year flight from reality fueled and sustained by pleasurable physical responses. Love starts down below. Anyone who has fallen in love has at least flirted with obsession, the power of which can be terrifying and addictive at the same time.
She must have stood looking out that window for quite a while after he’d left her his posies amongst the crape myrtle. Thoughts and emotions can be very powerful. Especially If you’re sensitive and haven’t been loved in a while. Or been touched in a sexual way.
I will also say that bristled is a strong word to be used when someone isn’t interested in sex at the moment. Harsh.
She must have stood looking out that window for quite a while after he’d left her his posies amongst the crape myrtle. Thoughts and emotions can be very powerful. Especially If you’re sensitive and haven’t been loved in a while. Or been touched in a sexual way.
I will also say that bristled is a strong word to be used when someone isn’t interested in sex at the moment. Harsh.
The mind is the most powerful sexual organ.
Your tags say it all.
Relative to this one and the previous one (“bristling”)…my wife says that many women are just flat-out insane.
William said: "Many men, however, have trouble identifying a crepe myrtle..."
Thanks for the chuckle!
I find myself feeling that these NY Times essays about love seem about as realistic as the ones in the True Confessions magazine of my childhood.
Imaginary sex fantasies posing as news. Well who knows? Maybe there is some truth here. As someone wrote above, women are weird.
Trying to imagine if a man wrote something like this. He would be condemned, with some propriety, as a freak and creep and a stalker.
Women. Sheeesh!
Women. Sheesh.
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