Delusive Snippet #7
I have a kind friend.
No, really, I do. I have sent him an email that says: I don’t mean to embarrass you, but you really are wonderfully kind-hearted. Everyone I know is hurt and scared (kindness towards others being out of reach at best, when you’re hurt and scared) and you were hurt and scared, maybe you still are, hurt and scared, but it’s like your insides were made to withstand terrible things. I try to be kind (I’m a good person), but it’s true that trying and being are different things. While it sounds simple, being as kind and generous as you is almost unnatural, and again, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but my immediate response to your kindness is (utterly involuntary) sexual arousal. I’m not sure what that says about me. Something kind, I hope.
12 February 2008 at 1:51 am
That makes you honest. And honest is the best quality of all.
12 February 2008 at 3:59 am
There are worse things to be aroused by.
12 February 2008 at 8:47 am
I was just having a kindred conversation with a friend of mine, a good person - but not a naturally kind person. We’re birds of a feather and were wondering at another’s ability to be so kind and patient. I’m married to that other one. Lucky me (sometimes).
13 February 2008 at 10:11 am
Andre: How I wish more people truly believed that.
Z: Sssshh! You said you wouldn’t speak in public about my other fetish. *wink wink*
Clarissa: You are very lucky indeed. Real kindness is hard to come by, but also hard to define, I think. It’s one of those things you, err, know when you see it.
13 February 2008 at 11:36 am
Kindness makes me go weak at the knee(s). [Sorry]