Boo hoo
Went to see Umbrellas of Cherbourg at the Castro this afternoon with Jack. It's an amazingly colorful movies from 1964 in which all the dialogue is sung. I hadn't seen it before. It's a love story, but one that is mildly tragic. Anyway, I didn't cry until the end -- Jack had seen it before and cried more than I did, I think because he understands French. I don't want to spoil it for people who haven't seen it -- it's at the Castro for a couple more days, for those in San Francisco, and for those elsewhere, get the DVD.
The whole theme of misplaced love struck close to home for me -- I have been recognizing in myself lately a romantic propensity towards falling in love easily and perhaps with people who are inappropriate objects of my love. But I have a very trusting and open nature and I don't seem to easily separate sex and love. I always want to try to make things work. I'm not someone who wishes for one night stands. I believe that sex should be something that has meaning -- it's something that amplifies and reflects a relationship between people. I can't understand people who have sex with people they don't like. I did have sex when I was young more than once with a guy I didn't like, because he was pushy and I was eager to please. He is one of the few people I have told to never talk to me again -- I finally decided he was a jerk and unredeemable.
Anyway, I'm drifting off the subject, but I wonder how one is supposed to figure out what are appropriate love objects and which are inappropriate.
The whole theme of misplaced love struck close to home for me -- I have been recognizing in myself lately a romantic propensity towards falling in love easily and perhaps with people who are inappropriate objects of my love. But I have a very trusting and open nature and I don't seem to easily separate sex and love. I always want to try to make things work. I'm not someone who wishes for one night stands. I believe that sex should be something that has meaning -- it's something that amplifies and reflects a relationship between people. I can't understand people who have sex with people they don't like. I did have sex when I was young more than once with a guy I didn't like, because he was pushy and I was eager to please. He is one of the few people I have told to never talk to me again -- I finally decided he was a jerk and unredeemable.
Anyway, I'm drifting off the subject, but I wonder how one is supposed to figure out what are appropriate love objects and which are inappropriate.