Let’s talk about lust.
As an internet warrior I have a few bruised electrons. One of the spit balls oft hurled is Gays are lustful. I know that sounds silly.
There really are people absurd enough to think identical pudenda automatically equals lust but the breeder sex they have is not.
I pity anyone having sex with a partner they don’t have a strong desire for. I won’t even get started on the Theological overtones of the use of the word “lust”
I do however come today with a confession.
This spring I am overcome with consuming concupiscence to a degree I have never experienced.
Damn porn seed catalogs….
I will wither and die if I cannot plant Tithonia soon.
That pot under the juniper? I imagine it filled with vibrant Coleus and grow heady.
One catalog has a grass called “Purple Love”. It must be airbrushed. Nobody has seed heads that ephemeral. Nobody.
I did manage to afford a pound of Cosmos seed… and a friend says I can tag along next week when he goes to the nursery.
He has a really big truck. Size matters.
A friend whose name I am not at liberty to divulge (Hi Melissa!) is having issues with a tree dropping it’s balls. Here in New Mexico we wish we could find a tree with balls.