SATURDAY
She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up She put de lime in de coconut, she drank 'em bot' up She put de lime in de coconut, she call de doctor, woke 'im up Said "doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache." I said "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take?" I said "Doctor, to relieve this belly ache."A lovely Harry Nilsson tune to say I saw my doctor. He's sweet and nervous, but not the least interested in my mind. For obvious reasons, he does not know the way to this blog. He's clever and close to Asperger. I seem to like him a lot.
SUNDAY
I'm still with the doctor. It hurts so good.
First you take my heart in the palm of your hand and you squeeze it tight. Then you take my mind and play with it all night. Don't you know that it hurts so good?I really like this guy. I want to stay with him but I don't have the nerve to invite myself for dinner. I leave, wondering where we are heading.
TUESDAY
I am a freaking love machine. A year has passed unnoticed.
I turn 30 ... 31 ... . It's time for the real thing, I think, something like a husband and kids and a peaceful life. But once again it dawns on me that's not what I want. I need change and excitement. Attention. Feelings more superficial than Paris Hilton's latest poem. In Liverpool I succomb to the seduction of a semi-stranger and in the morning I know this will happen again.
Slip sliding away you know the nearer your destination the more you're slip sliding away I know a woman who became a wife these are the very words she uses to describe her life she said a good day ain't got no rain she said a bad day's when I lie in bed and think of things that might have been The best part of being me : any love is full of hope and there are always the arms of a man. No need to think of things that might have been, for what is in my unscrupulous mind, happens.
Since I've got more love to give than a Care Bear, it's clear that I am neither heartless nor cold.
Strange as it may sound, there is a chance that I have a well developed moral. As a polyamorous woman I would be post-conventional according to
Kohlberg's stages of moral development :
"The post-conventional level, also known as the principled level, consists of stages five and six of moral development. Realization that individuals are separate entities from society now becomes salient. One's own perspective should be viewed before the society's is considered. (It is due to this 'nature of self before others' that the post-conventional level, especially stage six, is sometimes mistaken for pre-conventional behaviors.)"
