Gentle reader, I must trust you’ve
the depth of soul to understand how this is for me. This is a story book kind
of thing, one of those Indy French movie kind of things, and it is happening in
my life in real time. She’s half my age, we’ve been acting like we’re half her
age, and the dreams shared are most definitely the dreams of hot blooded youth
facing a demanding future.
The intent, and the initiating
event, of our affair is our alliance in the cause of building, establishing, an
intentional community of the sort that is going to be desperately needed in the
years to come. There is an ever growing number of individuals who are
challenged in finding a place in conventional society. A great many of them
fall within what is called the autistic spectrum. So often these individuals
are heavily dependent on their parents, often totally dependent on them. Parents,
however, are not immortal and as the years continue to run there will be an
ever growing number who, having outlived their parents, will be unable to fend
for themselves in the macroscopic society. They will need somewhere to live, a
means of dignified survival. It is our intention, Omega’s and mine, to
establish such a place for these people.
The alliance to create such a place
is the foundation of the love affair we’ve
come to share. In spite of our years, or perhaps in defiance of them (she’s
done as much living in her years as I have In mine) we hold the passions of the
physical to a simple standard: they must justify themselves in the understandings they enable, the
understanding of self, the understanding of other, the understanding of the
full scope and scale of what bringing such a dream into reality entails. It is
a strange parenthood we propose to undertake, strange indeed, but parenthood is
the only comparison found to the scope of this dream. And so after nearly seven
years of platonic friendship we’ve allowed it sound wisdom to incorporate an affair of the flesh into our relationship, by
design that affair set as it is found in nature: a source of emotional sanctuary
and deep nurture provided one parent to the other to sustain them in the larger
work undertaken.
So yes, you’re reading me right.
Love has returned to my life, and no, I’ll not apologize. It feels good to have
a purpose, a noble purpose, it feels good to have a good woman who shares that
purpose, it feels good to share love with that woman. It feels very good to fully
and truly live as a man again. I had almost forgotten what that feels like.
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p.s. In posts to come I’ll be
speaking of how we plan to pull this off, we do have a plan. The next few weeks are going to
be busy, I’ll catch you later when things have settled down after the move.
