So when I ask you: “Do you want to make love?” it is not a demand or a solicitation. It is a celebration of life. It is always the most salient question, the most salutary. It is the best question. It is not about sex or drugs -though it can involve both those things. It is a sentimental question, yet devoid of all sordidness.
It is not a question that can have anything behind it, anything begging, like “How are you doing?” or “What are you doing?” No, “Do you want to make love” presumes nothing, that you feel well or sad or even like making love. Instead it offers itself.
It is a gift with no strings attached. Particularly if posed in the afternoon. It’s a completely innocent and well meaning question like: “Are you hungry?” Not like: “Do you want some gum?”
It is really more of a remark, but with no perlocutionary or undesirable illocutionary force: consider such uncontaminated remarks as: “Wow, cool shoes” or “Look, a Narwhale!”, versus the patently comprimised “You look nice today” or “Thanks for coming.”
It is an expression that really thinks the best of people like “gesundheit”, not the worst like “Jesus loves you.” It belongs among the great innocuous and beneficial expressions of mankind along with “au revoir”, “ciao”, “aloha” and “move along”.
So when I ask you: Do you want to make love? Do not feel pressured, importuned or perplexed. It is a celebration of life. And of you. It is like the cry of a bird and as beautiful.
you are not alone
NUMBER 47, WEEK 35, WORD COUNT TO DATE: 39, 394
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