One dance, one look, one dance, can bring so many repressed, dormant feelings bubbling to the surface. In many country’s prostitutes charge more for kissing than they do for sex? Why? Because sex can be very perfunctory, while kissing serves no real purpose other than to convey very real emotion. Love, lust, passion, tenderness, care, adoration can all be expressed in a kiss, if it’s good enough, if the timing and chemistry are right.
It seems so simple, to open your mouth and let someone inhale your exhaled breath, to breathe them in, taste them, smell them, touch them in a way that doesn’t cause physical climax but satiates an even more vital urge: the desire to feel needed and loved. When’s the last time you’ve been properly kissed?
“I’m suffocating you, I know. It’s just the only way I know to love.”
Jealousy is the green-eyed monster that so many of us try valiantly to fight off, yet still manages to consume us anyway. Even the most confident and attractive among us are not immune to the irrational fits and paranoid thoughts fueled by jealousy, especially when someone we love is a part of the explosive equation. What some may see as merely love and a healthy level of interest can often be interpreted by the objects of our affections as clingy, needy, or downright crazy behavior. And maybe that’s the problem in a nutshell: Jealousy causes the the most intelligent and rational of people to start seeing another person as just that- an object. Jealousy isn’t just detrimental to the self-esteem of the one experiencing it, but it is dehumanizing to others, to be reduced to a “thing”, some object that either has something we want, or (like a favourite toy) a possession that we’re desperately afraid of losing. Sometimes, jealousy and the one who engenders it, can be your rational mind showing you warning signs that you’re in the wrong situation, and with the wrong person. But most of the time, jealousy is just that dirty fingernail that picks on the scabs of our own insecurities.