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STAR WARS IS A LOVE STORY, A FLAWED ROMANTIC LOVE STORY…That’s Why!
It is finally here! The Force Awakens. A movie that has had everyone Star Wars fanatical either up in arms or over-the-moon excited. Would Disney do it justice? Would they ruin it? Well. Tonight I find out. The day has arrived and so far, I’ve managed to stay in the dark about the new movie, albeit the one rumor that Kylo Ren could be Luke Skywalker or the controversy regarding the hilt on the new lightsaber. Why do I care? Because Star Wars is a love story, a flawed romantic love story…that’s why! And I know that I am in the minority when I say that it was the prequel trilogy that turned me on to Star Wars. I never really got into the original movies. Perhaps I am too young. And I know it’s an unpopular thing to admit. I started with The Phantom Menace. Okay. Not a great movie. But the story. Wow. Something struck me about that little boy. That sweet-faced little boy who we all knew would become Darth Vader, who loved his beautiful mother, who we had such hopes for greatest. I became invested immediately. How? How could little Anakin Skywalker turn to the dark side? Because after all, even though the original is supposed to be about Luke, and it is, it is Darth Vader that took the forefront. It is Darth Vader we loved to hate. It was Darth Vader who captured our minds and of course our hearts when he finally turned back to the light side of the force for love. It’s every story we want told. Redemption. But how? Then came Attack of the Clones. Forget it. I was hooked. This was a love story! A forbidden love story. A Jedi isn’t supposed to love. A Jedi isn’t supposed to lose himself to passion and emotions. And certainly, a Jedi shouldn’t fall in love with a much older senator of all things. Mmmm….I found it was sexy as hell. Naboo—such a gloriously beautiful landscape to fall deeply in love. The passion infused by the taboo nature of their relationship took front and center. And let’s face it. Anything romance and I’m in! Enter: Revenge of the Sith—Anakin Skywalker turns to the dark side. Yes. You could argue he was power hungry. Ambitious. But really? Anakin Skywalker does not turn to the dark side but for one reason: love. Plain and simple. A love he is so passionate about that he will do anything for it. It was this movie and taking the trilogy in its entirety that captured my heart forever. We all dream of a love like that. Of a love so strong, that person would go to any extreme to protect you. The last scene, the transformation from Anakin to Darth Vader broke my heart, much like it broke Padme’s, forcing deep emotions to fester within me. How glorious to know that when Padme utters on her death bed giving birth to Luke and Leia, “There is good in him. I know. There is still…[good in him],” that she is right. That she knew. That she knew he would find redemption eventually. That iconic last scene in The Return of the Jedi…Aaaah. Love. Yet again. It’s ALWAYS been a story about love. What girl doesn’t want a romance filled with passion and even danger? Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker. Mmmm…We’ve all been there…or at least I have. We meet THAT guy. We meet the troubled dark figure who we want to love, who we want to save. We’ve seen the glimpses of the ever-so-good in him that we, alone, can pull out of him. We like the bad boy. The bad boy with that hidden heart that periodically gets exposed to us so that we know. We just know…that “there is good in him.” But boy do we love the bad too. It brings balance. Yes. I did just go there. The Force. The force of love. It’s what we’re all really living for, isn’t it after all? I’ve blogged enough for everyone to know that it doesn’t always end happily. I’m not completely naïve. Some people are too dark for saving. Anakin was not saved in the first trilogy and Padme dies from her own broken heart and loses “the will to live.” Will we ever learn? Nah. And why would we? I’d rather feel the pain than never to have felt that kind of love at all. The Force Awakens? Who knows? But I can’t wait to find out!
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I DON’T LIKE CASUAL SEX
It’s a hot topic as of late. The rush. The idea of meeting a virtual stranger and just letting yourself go. Getting swept up in the blissful abandonment of sex and pleasure and orgasm. Sounds great, doesn’t it? I’ve had a sort of epiphany about it. And here it is: I don’t like casual sex. There. I said it. For all to see. Aaaah. But here’s the rub. I’ve never actually HAD casual sex. Not once. I used to think that maybe it was because of my upbringing, my Catholic roots, the moralistic compass that was drilled into me from a young age. But let’s face it. I wouldn’t be writing books about sex if I didn’t enjoy it. I do. I’m not afraid of sex. And quite frankly, without it, I might as well wither up and die. But casual sex simply doesn’t interest me. I don’t want to have sex for the mere conclusion of an orgasm. I want it all. I want to see stars. I want to be taken to that edge and then pushed just a little beyond. I want to take chances and feel every emotion, from my mind to the tips of my toes. And I don’t want it to be only for titillation, for mere pleasure, for the release of climax. I want it to be more. To experience a trust that lets me fall, knowing that when I’m done, I am taken care of. Nourished. Cherished. Loved. I want to feel safety in knowing that I CAN fall. That I can let go. That I can be as dirty and open and sexual as I need to be and that I will be caught when it’s done. I want it to be scary and emotional and painful even. To me, that’s bliss. Coming, having orgasms, feeling sexually euphoric--I can have that with anyone--even just myself. It's the mental connection I crave and need. It's the feeling of: I trust this person entirely, to be pushed just slightly beyond my limits, to dive over the edge, knowing full well that I will not be left for dead but instead, grabbed and held and completely cared for and soothed and calmed. It's THAT. I'm not looking for anything else. And that only comes with love. So when someone calls me a prude or says I just need a good “fuck,” I say to them: No thanks. Casual sex? It’s not for me. I want TRUST. I want that bond. I want to feel it inside and out. I want to sob. I want it to destroy me and then heal me. I want to crash into the person, crawl into them, FEEL every last inch of the experience, mentally AND physically. And I want it to be all-consuming. Risky but safe. Scary but calming. Painful but pleasurable. I want my sex with love. Not just a little. I want it all. Period. Without all that? I see no point. I might as well just masturbate…which reminds me… |
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