The Reality of Forever

This picture is currently on display in the window of a local wedding photographer’s shop on Bloor:

It makes me wonder if the photographer was mocking the vanity and naivety of her clients in the same fashion that Goya would when he painted dark, looming shadows over the faces of the royalty who commissioned him. A foreshadowing of the future perhaps? A foreshadowing of everyone’s future, perhaps?

Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I’d like to think that passion and chemistry, between the right individuals, will last forever. That they will never take one another for granted, and that sex will always remain as vicious poundings against walls with teeth and claws raking up torsos; and drywall crumbling as bodies fall into bruised and sweaty heaps of exhaustion on the kitchen floor. However, in my experience this is rarely the case. It seems that the more desperate and fleeting a love affair is, the more explosive and intense the sexual energy is. On the other hand, when a comfort and long term commitment are established, suddenly the sex becomes something you do when you’re rolling over your partner to shut off the alarm clock. Something that involves a congratulatory pat on the head and kiss on the cheek before switching to the topics of laundry, grocery lists and who’s going to clean the shit from inside the rim of the toilet this week.

Is it that I simply haven’t put the effort into maintaining the excitement in my long term loves? Maybe it involves creativity and constant attempts to spice up the stale and routine to keep the sexual flow, flowing. Perhaps this is why, on a few occasions, I’ve been invited into solid union as a third. I have yet to take up the offer, though believe me, nothing would make me happier than snuggling up between the beautiful pair of bodies of a couple in love. That whole mix of pheromones, male and female energies, burying myself in the soft and sweet smelling while being ravaged by the hard and barbaric –but how? How without crossing boundaries and risking jealousy and soiled friendships? Is such an understanding even possible?

I once had a stranger tell me that love will evolve into something much deeper and significant once the superficial infatuation wears off. That if I’m patient, I will discover something far beyond the lustful, topical puppy love that I keep chasing. I guess that part of me, as much as I think I want it, has never really believed in forever. That I would much rather live in whirlwind romances that always end in inevitable heartbreak, than to take a chance on a union that could actually offer me something substantial in life. Perhaps it is time to grow up and shift around my way of thinking.

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