Oxytocin, can we be serious…?

Hey, hi, it’s Wednesday, how exciting, it’s Hump Day already : )

Recently, I read a link on the bottom of one of Ed’s e-mail’s re: oxytocin. A male doctor preformed some experiments re: oxytocin and ‘love chemistry.’ Hmmm, yes, as if studying the usage of oxytocin (and/or pheromones, is that the next experiment?) on prairie dogs or some such rodent he chose has the weird and wonderful human elements of sexual attraction and love all sewed up. Methinks not…

I let the whole ’study’ go bc of course, looking to itty bitty animals for clues into human sexual behavior seems absurd. I mean…you’re kidding me, right?…we’re a lot like baboons also, would and should a doctor study their love and mating rituals and compare them with humans, too?

I’m sorry, Ed, no offense, it’s just blog talk and you’re allowed to bitch me out if you feel the need.

I think I’ll play the female ‘love doctor’ for a moment…I did better research…and it was this simple…

I read a brief article about the chemistry of ‘love’ – the only good part, the ONLY gem in that article, (to me: that’s my disclaimer) is just below…

Read it, think on it and I’ll catch you on the flip side: ‘…romance is about relationships and getting to know another person. It is about the discovery of your own beauty through the eyes of another. Parts of what makes it feel good, of what keeps you open to receiving, is your recognition of qualities that are the same and/or complimentary to each other…’

There was more written but I chose this small segment for a reason, and the part that spoke to me is in bold, all that ‘Men are from Mars/Women Venus’ stuff notwithstanding…to me that one sentence sums up what the essence of any relationship (but especially in the love department) is all about: assisting each other in seeing our own beauty and growing that exponentially by trying regularly to bring out the best in each other, if you and your partner are not doing that, you’ve both (or one of you) has fallen down on the job : ) and oh, that’s such a bummer, yes it is…

It’s not like you have to have meaningful dialogue all day everyday, like I said it’s the essence and if you get the feeling that who you’re with is on your side in this way, then: good deal. Someone who’s ready, willing and able to point out your beauty to you when maybe you’ve simply overlooked it or cannot not see it that day…that’s it, all other garbage aside.

OK, it’s not ‘garbage’ but you don’t need to hear blah blah blah blah blah blah blah when simply blah blah will do, do you?

Do you agree with the above or is there actually much more to it??

Listen, I am sooo NOT an authority on this subject : )

Help me out here, give me your ‘two’ on the matter…Tell me here or privately @ Lmdevin@att.net

So hey, Happy Hump Day : ) may you recieve exactly what you hope for today ; ) and if you’re not, you may want to ask yourself why not? I’m just trying to help you get lucky, that’s all…please don’t be offended by the q.

**As a nod to a male friend, oh kjo/tt hahaha, who asked me to blog an entry re: ‘women and helping around the house’ well, I’ve thought about it and bc I just don’t want the female hate mail, I’ll just give my two cents and leave you with a quote: Ok, ladies, uh, you don’t get whining rights if you insist that whatever it is you ask your man to do gets done exactly YOUR way, (uh-oh I can see the hate mail now)

…and here’s the quote: ‘praise loudly, blame softly’ (that includes all that critiquing also) I know it’s a drag sometimes bc you really wanted that tomato chopped smaller but if it must be smaller, do it yourself, if it really doesn’t matter, take the opportunity to just shut the f**k up. You can cut the s**t smaller when it’s on your own plate.

Try to think: would I talk to my best girlfriend this way? I’m not equating your man with your girls but men are sensitive beings, too, and they will never cop to that (don’t be stupid and ask them either).

Hey, it’s not always easy, I know, I had a live-in long ago who folded towels really bad (sooo bad), but he was sweet (and good looking…) as they come and he looked so damn happy (and hunky…) to be helping, so, hahaha, we (I) just lived with it, so I’m asking you to just release the urge to control the ‘domain’ you share, it’s just a thought, do what you will : )

The hump day respite ; )

First, comments to my commenters…

oh my private ones, soooo, you like that Zen edgy dreamer explanation, yes, J & E, I am just a sensitive soul who is an ass kicker when need be : ) go ahead, take advantage of my low key good and gentle nature, and you’ll know xxxactly what I’m talkin’ about…

Fiesole, hmmm, you write nice, and you’ll probably get tweaked by this q, but are you a male or female? Don’t let that q harm your ego now, it’s just that Fiesole is a place and your words could be either way and since I’ve had some women who dig women (after my ‘lesbian 101′ entry, sorry, have to figure out that direct link thing), well, whatever, you tell me if you want to : )

My new disclaimer: IF you read here and like the content then yes, I wrote it for you : ) if you read and you no likee, then no I did not write it for you ; ) & don’t give me no lip, it’s your choice to read, my choice what I write about. That being said, LC, we are currently ‘off the record’ babe…cuz that’s how much I love you.

Anonz, you give good rant, and as you’ll see I’ve got a lot on mind today, so I’ll read it all later (dang babe you sure can ‘hold court’) and get back at you very soon, see you on the far side of the moon, think you know where that’s located : )

So, about this Wednesday, hump day, oh man I was up till 3AM and up again at 6AM but I went to bed with one thing on my mind and yep, it’s still there, guess I better handle it. I was out drinking ‘Dorothy Parker’s’ at Meditareanio’s on Pier Ave in Hermosa Beach, if you haven’t been, check it out…anyway, Dorothy was famous for her ‘tini line – I’ll paraphrase since my ‘martini’ coffee table book is somewhere I am not – D says: after 2 martini’s things are grand, after 3 I’m under the table and after 4 I’m under my host, ooohhh yeahhhh…

Though I prefer the host sitch after the 2, hahaha, while things are still grand…the host is usually better off that way also ; )

oh man, I’m calling my doctah, I’ve got a fever, but I know what he’ll tell me…

So, that’s my plan ; ) what’s yours?

Go ahead, google it : )

Michelle: see end of entry…

Thought I’d lighten the mood today since it’s ‘Hump Day.’ I love the double entendre of that…

It could mean it’s just Wednesday, or oh no, it’s the middle of your long workweek with only two more to go or it could mean: hey, idiot, you’ve been too busy all week so today’s the day to text/call your honey and say something to make him/her want to: hump, you…today : )

But about the entry…Jesus, see where my mind goes…you can’t take me anywhere…

Soooo, yes, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve recently heard info and then had someone say (or write, Anonz, oh and it’s not a problem, sweet pea) ‘google it’ about everything in life. And suddenly, we just all do that googling thing. Well, the info is all there, we think…

 I’m not saying we shouldn’t ’google it’ but I have found that just like in the fine old class of statistics (which I hated for the record), if you want to prove something out one way (or the other) you can simply keep ‘googling’ till you ’substantiate’ your own agenda.

This is not a knock to any info supplied here by ‘googling it’ or anyone saying ‘google it’ or even the act of ‘googling it’ but just know that when you do ’google it’ you should also ’substantiate’ the site’s validity where you are gathering the ’substance’ of your claim (whatever that may be) that you’ll go telling others about…

Of course, adding ‘google it’ to the convo could be used as a disclaimer, that just occurred to me, hee hee, cause if I tell you something and then say, ’go ahead, google it’ I just let myself off the hook : ) I could be telling you the truth as I researched it on google or I could just be making s**t up and telling you to ‘google it’ bc I am too lazy or you know, a self-proclaimed procrastinator : )

I think I’ll magically ‘google’ myself into a cool, high paying and satisfying job. A friend called me very early this morning and told me she had a dream and said it seemed so real (explains the 6:30 call): she said I had it ALL, everything…and went into great detail, I’m pretty sure my responses were mmmm, mmm? & huhmmm…what a dream, so excited she actually called that early…I have to call her back, I do remember saying hmmm hmmm which is sleep code for thank you : ) 

Maybe GOOGLE will hire me… Have a groovin googling hump day ; ) - tee hee -  

Michelle, they say once you go black you never go back, babes…hahaha…all that talk about satifying your woman, whatdya trying to do to me?? I sent you a private e-mail re: my favorite inventor, George Washington Carver (Google it!).

And OK, you and Anonz, point taken, re: dems/gay rights and them having any rights at all. Boy , that’s sure a sore point for those ‘family values’ repub folks, though, no? I guess they just take their lovin’ on the run, or, er, in public restrooms in parks and airports and elsewhere, perhaps?