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Selfishness isn't usually the word we use to describe love.
Of all the nonsense written about love, none is more absurd than the notion that ideal love is selfless. To love is to see myself in you and to wish to celebrate myself with you. What I love is the embodiment of my values in another person. Love is an act of self-assertion, self-expression and a celebration of being alive.

I'm not talking about acting like nothing matters but your own needs. I'm talking about having a healthy respect for one's own needs and interests, coupled with an understanding that that's true for everyone else. Self-esteem is vital. It has become something of a cliché to observe that if we do not love ourselves, we cannot love anyone else. That is true enough, but it is only part of the picture. If we do not love ourselves, it is almost impossible to believe fully that we are loved by someone else. It is almost impossible to accept love.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
To love a person is to know and love the person. But we can pick up an enormous amount about another human being just by exchanging a couple of sentences. It's not yet knowledge, it's an intuition that motivates you to want to find out more. You meet a man who makes a profound impression on you. He asks you out, and over time you find that he's who you thought he was. You find yourself feeling more and more. I wouldn't call that falling in love instantly, but it can feel like it was instant because of the strong immediate attraction. It became love after you had validated it by experience.

You received a lot of publicity many years ago about your open marriage and affair with Ayn Rand, who was also married at the time. What do you think now about the problems posed by jealousy and the idea of non-exclusive sexual relationships?
I think that a non-exclusive relationship is an almost certain recipe for disaster. Cultures that take extramarital sex for granted are not cultures in which marriage is associated with intense passion. When we love passionately, I believe the desire for sexual exclusivity is entirely normal.

If we wish to minimize problems of jealousy, we must never give our partner grounds to doubt our honesty. And we must never ignore or refuse to deal with our partner's painful feelings.

Most couples or individuals who have experimented with sexually "open" relationships in their younger years are generally inclined, by the time they are in their 40s or early 50s, to favor sexual exclusivity. There is the feeling that romantic love, in the context of an exclusive relationship, may in the end be the most exciting adventure there is. This is my own conviction.

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  • Posted By: Micky Marsh @ 05/15/2008 1:09:21 PM

    Comment: The stelicom Marina in Tacoma Washington a perfect place for romance.

    ITS BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS PAVES WAY AS AN APITIZER UPON WHICH TOURIST AND LOCAL VISITORS FEED, TRYING DESPERATELY TO FULL THE NEED OF ADVENTURE; IT LIES IN A DISTANT VALLEY BUT VERY FAR FROM ITS WORSE ALLY, WITH WORN OUT WOODEN STEPS CURVING IN SOLID GRIMACES FROM THE HEIGHT OF THE STREET ABOVE TO THE FEET OF ITS PEBBLED SHORES UPON WHICH ITS RISEN LEVEL IS STILL UNSURE. PEBBLES OF ALL LEVELS VARIOUS SIZES AND NOT FEW BUT MANY SUPPRISES, DAZZLING THE EYES OF VISITORS WITH ITS PERFECT SMOOTH SUFFACES AS IF HATCHED FROM THE WAVES; 'TIS THERE TO TAKE OR SWALLOWED BY WAVES. MOUNDS OF SANDPILES AROUND ITS LOWER CLIFFS YET NO SIGHT OF WORKMEN NO MATTER THE SHIFT, PERHAPS NO WORK WAS DONE , PERHAPS FORMATIONS OF DUNS. JUST BEHIND BACKS, THE WUR OF A GREAT TRAIN, THERE ONE GOES AGAIN GIVING OFF SCREECHY MAGNETIC SOUNDS DISAPPEARS BETWIX'T MOUNTS BOUND TO ITS COURSE; ACROSS THE LAKE LIES A BRIDGE, SPARKS FROM THE BRIDGES LIGHTS AND CARS TO- AND -FRO ON DARKEST NIGHTS , LIGHTS THE SKY WHEN NEVER A STAR IN SIGHT.

  • Posted By: Micky Marsh @ 05/15/2008 12:46:29 PM

    Comment: Romance is poetry and poetry is romance; Read "Summer memories"

    From the moment her voice crept across the fence to the secret passage that led to the ocean and its old rugged bence; it had to be my summer quench. because of your mystery path, 'tis now fun-to-run to a perfect place to rest even when the sun is in its earnest. that friendly neighbour, that neighbouring wood perhaps an unfriendly neighbourhood, but that neighbouring wood, that old rugged wood, perfectly carved for friends comes with a soft whisper, please drop by every now -and- then my bench days are close to its end. 'twas a calendar date one I really appriciate, one in which I've painted a portrait of poetry in motion that led to the ocean and its old rugged wood.

  • Posted By: Micky Marsh @ 05/15/2008 11:47:36 AM

    Comment: Romance is poetry and poetry is romance; lets read Kings' Proposal"

    Indeed you're a queen, thoughts of you enlightens my dream
    do you need a king, tell me and I'll get you a ring, I'll get you a palace, buy you a necklace
    promise I'll never get malice, I'll spring you a girl just be my pearl, I can't promise but she might have curls
    she'll be our princess, to you I'll be my best; are you willing to take take that quest.
    your eyes are like a queen bee, I often get shy when you look at me, honey comb we'll both string, forever I'll wait for your sting.

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