" the afterthought of other people's supposed 'happiness' : a three part post "

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p.s.- valentine's day can eat poo. i don't need the hallmark-holiday version of valentine's day to allow me the chance to show that i love someone. my valentine's day is everyday.

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added non-sequitur bonus conversation snippet:

MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: hey
you smell like a rainbow says: hey?
MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: don't say things you didn't mean
you smell like a rainbow says: um
you smell like a rainbow says: so i'm not going to smell you next time?
you smell like a rainbow says: i didn't know that smelling wasn't on the list of things to do
MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: hahahaha
MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: so 'smell' me is on your things to do list then...
you smell like a rainbow says: well, it wasn't...but i guess it is now


MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: it doesn't feel good..when you wanna be with someone who doesn't wanna be with you
MonkeyBear VS KumaSaru.. ~ says: know what i mean?
you smell like a rainbow says: welcome to what i like to call "everyday"

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tonight's homework:

go to your local elementary school and burn all of the kid's paper valentines. open their eyes to the truth of sensuality, intimacy, and sexuality in a completely age-appropriate manner.

make it relevant and modern, and use examples. don't show them fish-procreation videos or cartoons or dated I.U.D.'s or choose to only tell them that abstinence is the only choice or PBS's "the miracle of life" or genital wart photographs or the magic of the condom/banana demonstration or curse them with vague biological charts with cutaways, ever-pushing them toward hardcore porn.

instead, rather than project your own adult spite upon their their impressionable little sparkling spirits, tell them the truth. and answer their questions with openess and honesty. trust that they will have the capacity to understand and reflect their newfound good judgment into the world, thus bringing about a future global civilization which unifies the love of the body with the love of the soul.

that's a zillion-fold better idea than giving them yet another opportunity to huff 'smelly-pen' fumes and eat gobs of paste, wouldn'tcha say? hmm?

now go watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, and then cry yourself hard; until your shirtfront is wet and you have no tears left.

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