Relampago

As I write this right now, I am sitting in my roommate’s pickup truck, coming back from San Jose. She’s doing a little dance in her seat to the tune of some country song. She’s a big fan apparently. Right now is one of the few moments where I experience Relampago, the finger of God, enlightenment; One-ness with the Universe, or whatever you wanna call it. I realize, once again, that this thing we call Life is absolutely beautiful. I wanna dance. I wanna shout. I wanna sing in the fucking rain. I wanna make sweaty, passionate, frivolous love to a woman. I want to celebrate life. That’s what life is about, really. That is what making love is about for me as well. It wasn’t always like this. I’ve had my fair share of just plain sex. It was fun at the time, but now that I’ve tasted what sex, love, and intimacy can be, what true connection with another human being can be like, I can honestly say I’d never want to just have sex ever again.
Back to what I was saying earlier, making love as a celebration. Isn’t that what it should be? A joyous and exciting exploration of each other’s body and soul, and a celebration of life. When did it become so serious and grievous? When did we make it a taboo to talk about, do, or even to think about? What a shame, my friends. What a shame that one of the most wonderful experiences we can have in life, we spoil it ourselves. Willingly. You know, I am going home right now. Home. I have a home. A lot of people do not have a place to stay, but I do. I have a beautiful home to sleep in every night. I have an adorable little kitty waiting at home for Uncle Gino to play with her. I have beautiful roommate whom, with all of her flaws, is still a wonderful human being with a gracious heart. I have friends who, as far as I know, genuinely care about me, and I have family that I know for sure do love me, despite their quirky ways of displaying it. What do I, or most of us (you pretty much qualify for the easy life if you’re reading my blog on the internet) have to bitch about? Let’s lighten up! Let’s remember not just the “hardships” of our lives, but celebrate it with every breath, every step, every gesture, and every loving look we give to the people we care about. As for me, I’m gonna try to live up to my little revelation, and I can’t wait to make again.