A balmy -3 here. So very grateful for my warm house and oil delivery just now. As I watch squirrels nibble their nuts and birds flock to my feeders, I marvel that God designed we humans naked, totally vulnerable to such cold.
It's not my body that's shivering; it's the interior of my heart that is. It's like a grenade went off inside after reading another blogger's post about the movie and book '50 Shades of Gray'. Oh, No! Bondage appears to be going mainstream. Of course this sane person is a little concerned. So far I've stayed far far away from the book and only read one review of the movie. I took heart that people laughed at the movie's end, when the lights were turned on. You think people might be embarrassed about being seen watching this movie? I do hope so! God forbid there be gaggles of giggling girls running off to the nearest *** shop to buy those cute little pink fur-lined hand cuffs. Memo to them: Life offers lots of ways to degrade our humanity without being handcuffed to a bed post.
My heart is scared and angry some idiot - a woman! - moved the goal post to smutland and the mainstream worldwide is following. Okay, okay, smutland's been around for centuries - ever since men's little guy got bored. Nowadays, boredom may be part of it, but it's not only boredom that's moving the goalpost nowadays. It seems to be our increasing difficulty with emotional vulnerability. Naked *** has always offered circumstances too tender, too vulnerable for some hearts to tolerate, whether love or recreation is involved. So it's little surprise that the recreational *** movement, inside and out of marriage, is pushing the envelope to produce fireworks. Is it safer?? Easier?? for physical vulnerability to titillate than emotional vulnerability?
When did our impulse to connect get so scary that we choose to divert it toward dehumanizing intimate connections? And what role has our increasing texting and online life had? I wonder if acclimating ourselves to self revelation online feeds our fear of face to face connection. I see online sharing as a necessary bridge, but it is mighty tempting to make it our only venue for sharing emotionally vulnerable stuff. And then using face to face contact for the kinks, to divert us from taking each other to heart, then weeding out what hurts. Give me Heart!
Wishing you a heartwarming day