Comments on: Never-Never Night

By: A Place To Draw Blood Laughing › The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Mind

A Place To Draw Blood Laughing › The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Mind — Mon, 12 May 2008 16:02:55 +0000

[...] praise and pimp the passable. And since I’ve written here before about my utterly devastating erotic obsession with artistic skill, one can imagine how this makes me [...]

By: Eileen

Eileen — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 02:49:57 +0000

Bitchy, I think a test of manliness would degenerate far too quickly.

Also, goodness, did every woman I know at one point fall for their arty best friend? I had no idea this was such a common experience.

By: maymay

maymay — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 00:23:17 +0000

Boston Boy,

May, it’s a funny thing, but there seems to be a lot more opportunities in the average week to prove yourself in the fixing/making department than in the strangling grown men unconcious department. I suppose that’s a good thing. But we all have our insecurities.

That’s very true, and yet you are somehow still considered more manly if you find an opportunity to do something violent.

By: Boston Boy

Boston Boy — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 23:16:19 +0000

May, it’s a funny thing, but there seems to be a lot more opportunities in the average week to prove yourself in the fixing/making department than in the strangling grown men unconcious department. I suppose that’s a good thing. But we all have our insecurities.

By: Bitchy Jones

Bitchy Jones — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 22:16:07 +0000

If anyone wants to take a test of manliness….

By: maymay

maymay — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 01:07:01 +0000

Boston Boy,

I utterly fail that test of manliness.

Don’t sell yourself short (or misrepresent); you clearly pass the test of physical strength and combative ability, which is a much, much more classic test of manhood.

By: Sue

Sue — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 21:20:54 +0000

It took me about two years to get over my college artist man. A playwright. And I loved his words and his talent as much as I loved his long hair and leather jacket and his teasing voice. Two years, from start of infatuation to end, and that includes the year after he graduated when he was no longer around and not in touch. It was more infatuation than love, but oh, how I enjoyed it.

By: Patty

Patty — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 20:40:17 +0000

I think it is the beauty of the art mixed with the hardness of the man. My husband is a musician and every time he picks up a new instrument, or jump right in playing along with some song our daughter made up, I melt.

By: Juliet

Juliet — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:29:36 +0000

I fell for my best friend, in college. We discussed it, and we messed around a bit, and it never went anywhere much for a whole pile of reasons.

For which, several years later, I am deeply grateful – we’d never have worked out as a couple, and splitting up might have damaged the friendship. And as it is we’re still close, and it’s just part of the shared history. He’s still cute, mind ;-)

Making things is good. I get a very physical/sensual satisfaction out of making things myself. And in others, it blends in with competence, which is always immensely sexy to watch.

(I would also like to approve of the alternative universe party ending!)

By: Eileen

Eileen — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 15:16:37 +0000

Ha!!

Oh, I laughed a lot.

I mean hey, if it’s an alternate universe ending, why stop there? I think I may very well throw a massive party, invite everyone we know, and have pretty boys (and girls) shipped to us in packing crates.