All 1 At Once

02 Feb 2012 Comments Off

by jianda monique in Beautiful & Yummy, Connection, en bonne santé, General Ji, Prose by Ji, tea + empathy

We are all born love agnostics. Loving, period. Without dogma attached.

Then if all the variables lock in just right, we make our way to this world/plane. More often than not, we’re forced to choose a team* (no team/both teams is a kind of a forced choice too). Sometimes people choose a team for shorthand/shortcut (words fail us, indicators and metaphors can help), for political reasons, for some sense of a declaration of self. Or to make it easier for dates and mates to find them (think: standing at the airport with a sign for your incoming party). Or just because.

How can an SGL-identified female find some “dude” attractive? I’ll let Tim Gunn break it down for you.

I think a part of ‘escaping’ this he-she sexbattle chaos has to do with taming it. Not making the dynamic docile or sterile, but riding its waves. Surfing it. Much like life…it *is* life. Without womb, blood, spirit alchemy? No life. Without white light/white heat, zygote hero’s journey and finishing that race a winner? No life. Out we pop after all that fire stoked, recipe, cookin’ and battlin’. We already have won a mystical race just to make our way(s) here.

Still, the male-female (traditional) dynamic is as old as time. It’s where we’ve come from (to date…the pattern even replicates via test tubes…). It must be venerated, respected. We all must settle back into natural-born love for any kind of peace of mind in one’s own lifetime. There will always be natural disasters in the world. We’ll always be mitigating and cleaning up the messes. Protecting ourselves and/or our loved ones after the damage is done. Cleaning things up, getting wiser in the process, living and loving more in the aftermath.

When praying, loving, make-loving, f*cking  (it’s always all-at-once, it’s always the big Turn On that creates yes?) it’s always about You.

You’re always experiencing and enjoying or appreciating the reflection of you. This is the end to all conflict and all war. In order to really *get* that idea though, one has to remember one loves oneself, and be about what that means. Then it automatically reflects in all interactions with others.

Ah…then, there’s the rub.

That familiar rub….

Yes.
…lower please?
Higher!
Now, a little to the left.

Right. That’s it…
If one prefers bois over boys, pop songs and Cosmo articles shift into new dimensions, shapeshifting becomes a veritable, hopefully amusing, sport.

Underneath all of this language, these shortcuts, these signifiers, we are spiritual, social, sexual beings who concurrently transcend the shell(s) we roam around in. We’re magic meaning makers who play with all kinds of chi all around the world and oftentimes out of it. You have a right to call it what you want and wear your team colors with Pride. No one has a right to take that away from you or tell you what it looks like, when, why, or who…who…where!

People forget.

People forget this so often, it’s like they never let themselves have one sweet second to remember it. Don’t let it break your heart. Just keep remembering for your own sweet self.

- inspired by my forever spiritbrother r.

Take the word *team how you’d like, it applies many ways