Good morning! There is a difference between making love and fucking! Allow Wale toexplain!
The art of making love seems like a pastime, whereas f*cking, has become this generation’s making-out. I think men pursue it a bit more aggressively then women — after clubs, after school, etc. I personally enjoy the occasional quickie but never OD. Too much sex can be counterproductive, and truthfully, I’m pursuing monogamy — even if it is pessimistically searching. Sexing, in my humble opinion, has nothing to do with feelings or physical attraction for that matter. I think a woman can be sexy but not cute or bun-able (aka “wifeable” in DC terminology). These women are the ones who get me thinking ‘bout pulling their hair back and moving some furniture, but nothing more then a 15-minute — 25 if there’s some VSOP nearby. There is no passion, no strings attached. There may be welts and bruises.
And yet the local lothario tells Honey Mag he’s had his heart broken, too:
But don’t assume I haven’t been on the receiving end. I’ve even mistaken a f*ck for a love session before. Not fun. Making love is simply put: poetry in motion. Stroke her to the beat of her favorite song. Strawberries, Champagne, a bubble bath, eye contact. Hearing her heart beat while slowly handling business.
The aftermath of lovemaking is almost as important as the actual act. Gazing at the ceiling until we doze off. Running fingers through hair. Her playing with the dreads, ears, or whatever she deems necessary after the act. Sometimes a female needs to be reminded that there are feelings behind the sex. And to never be confused with sexing.
I have nothing to add! But, um, here’s a synopsis of last night’s Real World episode! Real news after the jump!
– The artist Kenneth Noland, who helped establish the Washington Color School of painting and the larger Color Field movement, has died of cancer at 85. Perhaps second only to his friend Morris Louis, he was among the best-known Color School artists, and his work was key to both the abstract expressionist movement of the 1950s and the minimalism of the 1960s. Noland lived and worked in Washington from 1949 to 1962. More: WaPo, LA Times.
– Lambda Rising was egged Tuesday night, DCist reports. The GLBT bookstore will close later this month, 35 years after it opened in Dupont Circle.
– Author Nick Hornby‘s script for An Education is ineligible to win an award from the Writers Guild of America for a really dumb, technical reason. And Karen O and Brian Eno have been DQed from winning an Oscar for their respective scores to Where the Wild Things Are and The Lovely Bones. Karen O’s song “All is Love,” currently the ring on my girlfriend’s iPhone, is still in the running in the Oscars’ best song category.
– I love that Sea Shepherd—-the scrappy-or-reckless conservation group that puts itself between whales and Japanese whaling ships on the Animal Planet show Whale Wars—-has a boat named Bob Barker, which came to the rescue yesterday after one of the group’s speed boats had a collision with a whaling vessel. Here’s what the real Bob Barker, who donated $5 million to the group, told the Associated Press: “To think I had just become involved in it, then they had the worst accident that they’ve had. I thought, ‘Barker, what have you brought on to these people?’ ” No one was killed. (Sea Shepherd also has a boat called the Steve Irwin. Nice.)
My Google Reader has slowed to a trickle—-although Arts Desk writers Maura Judkis and Andrew Noz are among my favorite sharers—-so that’s it for now!