What Does “Love” Really Mean?
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
“Love” means different things to different people. To each person, “love” will have very different meanings as life unfolds.
Until I was about 4 or 5 years old, “love” was the word I used to describe my feelings towards (in no particular order) my parents, the family dog and my grandparents. Nobody else qualified.
When I was about 6 years old I discovered my peepee and immediately loved the pleasure playing with it brought into my life. I’ve been like a kid with a new toy ever since.
Then when I was around 7 years old I added (some) of my younger siblings to the list of people I loved. The others I continued to merely tolerate. Some of my grandparents and the family dog had to be stricken from the list as a result of their deaths.
Then we got another dog. I really loved that dog and she knew it. The dog would become visibly upset if she saw my mom giving me a hug (something my mom purposefully did in the dog’s presence just to piss her off).
Somewhere around age 9 or 10 I began to reconsider my opinion that girls were just a waste of skin. I didn’t yet love any girls during those years but they were beginning to fascinate me for reasons I could not articulate and dared not admit to my buddies for fear of being beat up or worse, ejected and banned from our secret club.
Around age 11 or 12 I started to love girls’ skin ... just their skin. The girl inside the skin was still mostly just a pain in the ass but I loved looking at a girl’s soft, smooth skin, especially those delicious bits you don’t usually get to see.
Around age 13 a slutty girl noticed me staring at her skin and encouraged me to touch it. I quickly realized that I loved touching a girl’s skin. The girl was still a bit annoying but her skin was awesome!
At around 15 years of age I decided that I actually loved some girls. Lots of them were still annoying but I had come to realize that the slutty ones were wonderful human beings. I loved looking at and touching their skin. Looking at and touching their pink parts was a particularly enchanting way to spend an evening. Even better yet, some of these sluts were willing, even eager, to play with my peepee while I played with their moist pink parts!
Surely, THIS was what love was all about!
By the time I was 16 I had to add my 26 year old high school English teacher to the list of people I loved. She hired me to mow her lawn during the summer after my sophomore year in high school. It turned out she wanted a lot more from me than just some yard work. She was my true first love. But she soon broke my naïve 16 year old heart. I eventually found myself hating her coldly calculating, child-molesting guts. She was just a selfish bitch who didn’t really give a rat’s ass about my feelings as long as she got laid. She didn’t love me and I was completely wrong to hold such deep feelings about her.
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Then the worst thing happened to me. I grew up to be very similar to my heartless high school English teacher. I never had any involvement with underaged girls, but I have remained forever fixated on women in their 20s and have spent much of my adult life chasing down and canoodling women young enough to be my daughters or even granddaughters. For a long time I thought I loved those gorgeous young women who routinely let me spray paint their cervixes with my splooge. But I did not love them. My feelings for them were not really love any more than what my high school English teacher felt for me was love.
It took Mrs. Hornibastard to teach me what love really means. Love involves a concern for the happiness and well being of others so profound that you will unflinchingly subordinate your own needs and desires to fulfill theirs. When you truly love someone, their happiness becomes your happiness.
I was slow to learn what love really means but I think I’ve finally mastered this lesson.
Better late than never!
Until I was about 4 or 5 years old, “love” was the word I used to describe my feelings towards (in no particular order) my parents, the family dog and my grandparents. Nobody else qualified.
When I was about 6 years old I discovered my peepee and immediately loved the pleasure playing with it brought into my life. I’ve been like a kid with a new toy ever since.
Then when I was around 7 years old I added (some) of my younger siblings to the list of people I loved. The others I continued to merely tolerate. Some of my grandparents and the family dog had to be stricken from the list as a result of their deaths.
Then we got another dog. I really loved that dog and she knew it. The dog would become visibly upset if she saw my mom giving me a hug (something my mom purposefully did in the dog’s presence just to piss her off).
Somewhere around age 9 or 10 I began to reconsider my opinion that girls were just a waste of skin. I didn’t yet love any girls during those years but they were beginning to fascinate me for reasons I could not articulate and dared not admit to my buddies for fear of being beat up or worse, ejected and banned from our secret club.
Around age 11 or 12 I started to love girls’ skin ... just their skin. The girl inside the skin was still mostly just a pain in the ass but I loved looking at a girl’s soft, smooth skin, especially those delicious bits you don’t usually get to see.
Around age 13 a slutty girl noticed me staring at her skin and encouraged me to touch it. I quickly realized that I loved touching a girl’s skin. The girl was still a bit annoying but her skin was awesome!
At around 15 years of age I decided that I actually loved some girls. Lots of them were still annoying but I had come to realize that the slutty ones were wonderful human beings. I loved looking at and touching their skin. Looking at and touching their pink parts was a particularly enchanting way to spend an evening. Even better yet, some of these sluts were willing, even eager, to play with my peepee while I played with their moist pink parts!
Surely, THIS was what love was all about!
By the time I was 16 I had to add my 26 year old high school English teacher to the list of people I loved. She hired me to mow her lawn during the summer after my sophomore year in high school. It turned out she wanted a lot more from me than just some yard work. She was my true first love. But she soon broke my naïve 16 year old heart. I eventually found myself hating her coldly calculating, child-molesting guts. She was just a selfish bitch who didn’t really give a rat’s ass about my feelings as long as she got laid. She didn’t love me and I was completely wrong to hold such deep feelings about her.
https://www.tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=…
Then the worst thing happened to me. I grew up to be very similar to my heartless high school English teacher. I never had any involvement with underaged girls, but I have remained forever fixated on women in their 20s and have spent much of my adult life chasing down and canoodling women young enough to be my daughters or even granddaughters. For a long time I thought I loved those gorgeous young women who routinely let me spray paint their cervixes with my splooge. But I did not love them. My feelings for them were not really love any more than what my high school English teacher felt for me was love.
It took Mrs. Hornibastard to teach me what love really means. Love involves a concern for the happiness and well being of others so profound that you will unflinchingly subordinate your own needs and desires to fulfill theirs. When you truly love someone, their happiness becomes your happiness.
I was slow to learn what love really means but I think I’ve finally mastered this lesson.
Better late than never!
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@Reverend: "... but I have remained forever fixated on women in their 20s "
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If you're talking about pure physical attraction, *all* men prefer women in their early 20s. Doesn't matter if the dude is 20 or 90 -- all men find younger women physically attractive. It's baked into our DNA from six million years of human evolution.
OTOH, young women are often boring, self-absorbed, and they're not really formed yet. When it comes to choosing a wife or SO there are many other things (e.g., intelligence, empathy) that count besides physical attraction and the older women are far more interesting. I find it impossible to fall in love these 20-something girls I've been with the past few years. It's just entertainment and meaningless sex and the emotional bond goes to my wife.
BTW, if you'd like a role model for a modern, mature, woman look to Dr Fiona Hill at the recent hearings. She's odd looking but an amazing woman -- extremely intelligent, fiery, and poised.
Beyond that, if I've ever really known love, I didn't know it... For me, sex is easy, love is elusive...
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“Love is a many splendored thing”
Unless you’re a woman who had the misfortune of falling in love with an incorrigible reprobate like Reverend Hornibastard in which case “love is a many SPLINTERED thing!”
Just ask any of my many exes.
“Until your wife or significant other finds out...”
To answer your question:
The poets of southern France, around the 1200’s invented “courtly love”, and “love” became an “essential” theme in the relationships between men and women.
“Courtly love” in fact was opposed to marriage and its sacrament.
“True love” only existed in a chaste form and was not linked to marriage.
“In his famous thesis dedicated to the myth of love, Denis de Rougemont (1939) showed that chivalrous love towards a noble lady is mainly symbolic.
This Lady in thoughts represents the spiritual and angelic part of the human being, the true self. In this way, the stories and characters in early novels such as Tristan and Iseult merely reflect man's adventure in the conquest of his own soul.”
This “myth of love” generalized so as to become a requirement that should be fulfilled at all times and has become a big business.
Everyone lives with the nostalgia and buys into the “myth of the perfect love” the wonderful 'happy ever after' love that continually eludes us because we have forgotten that true love and true happiness is primarily found within ourselves.