• pleasure is not comfortable

    by  • September 15, 2015 • Uncategorized

    A little bit ago I posted to facebook: “Pleasure is not always comfortable.”
    And I got two comments back: “Explain?”
    So now that I have some time…
    sometimes, pleasure is comfortable.
    The stress melts away and your nervous system takes off
    for the beach
    with a little umbrella.
    The sympathetic responses calm down.
    You breathe easy.
    Life is good.
    Sometimes, though,
    sometimes…
    it’s not like that.
    Sometimes it’s more like…
    fireworks.
    Or jumping into a cold mountain stream.
    It’s like waking up to your favorite dog licking your face
    or a fuck that feels like a steam train.
    Sometimes pleasure is a roller coaster,
    or jumping off a cliff to see if you can, in fact,
    fly.
    Pleasure is accomplishing something you didn’t think you could do,
    or learning to pole dance with a baby belly,
    or figuring out that skinny dipping might be okay,
    or talking to that twinkle-eyed person serving tea or tennis balls or time.
    Pleasure is making uncomfortable art and sharing it,
    or climbing over a chain link fence after getting locked into the garden
    because it was such a nice night
    and the gnats weren’t bad until the end.
    Pleasure is eating bad food in good company
    or eating something that you don’t even recognize in a country where you don’t speak the language,
    or saying I love you first.
    Or saying it at all.
    It might be comfortable.
    But just as likely
    you’re on the skinny branches.
    The stars are beautiful out there.

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