Perhaps after all romance did not come into ones life with pomp and blare like a gay knight riding down perhaps it crept to ones side like an old friend through quiet ways perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

Kissing - and I mean like yummy smacking kissing - is the most delicious most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do bar none. Better than sex hands down.

Im gonna fight for you until your heart stops beating.

Its the imperfections that make things beautiful

The voice of Love seemed to call to me but it was a wrong number.

Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving and so never die.

Part of the problem with the word disabilities is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who cant feel Or talk about their feelings Or manage their feelings in constructive ways What of people who arent able to form close and strong relationships And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives or those who have lost hope who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy no love These it seems to me are the real disabilities.

One thing I do know about intimacy is that there are certain natural laws which govern the sexual experience of two people and that these laws cannot be budged any more than gravity can be negotiated with. To feel physically comfortable with someone elses body is not a decision you can make. It has very little to do with how two people think or act or talk or even look. The mysterious magnet is either there buried somewhere deep behind the sternum or it is not. When it isnt there as I have learned in the past with heartbreaking clarity you can no more force it to exist than a surgeon can force a patients body to accept a kidney from the wrong donor. My friend Annie says it all comes down to one simple question Do you want your belly pressed against this persons belly forever --or not

Its so curious one can resist tears and behave very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

There aint no way you can hold onto something that wants to go you understand You can only love what you got while you got it.