I'm antinomian in the extreme. As a committed follower of Epictetus, I know that nothing outside of me can do me evil. If I see some man attacking a girl, I'll walk up and try to help her, even though I know there's a chance that they'll both turn on me for interfering in their private rights to beat and be beaten. And even a girl could beat me up. I'm delighted with my mobile phone that allows me to call 911 and have the quickest cop on the scene so I don't have to intervene. I'm very old and weak, and can't win many more fights on my own. But I've always admired the way the comic W.S. Gilbert died, and thought it too bad he couldn't have written lyrics to describe his absurd end.
Frankly I cannot understand why anyone should be forbidden by law to stick his (well-lubricated) penis in the anus of a friend or hired prostitute. I have never had the nerve to sodomize someone when I had the opportunity. I have no particular desire to try it. I was taught very young to try anything new but sodomy and folk-dancing. I admit to folk-dancing. But others of my friends apparently enjoy the practice and it forms the central act of their existence, their preferred way of making love. When I was 15 my best friend tried to rape (sodomize) me. It ended our personal interaction, and I regret that end to this day. The fact he tried to rape me caused me little pain. He didn't injure me in any way. I would have died rather than report his "crime" to the Georgia State Patrol. He went on to become a great surgeon, although we didn't speak again. I saw no reason for him to be imprisoned for life, sodomized himself by other, stronger prisoners, and guards. What passed between him and me was our private concern and nobody's business. It set me on a path I have not yet traversed completely to find out who I am. I never knew what effect it had on him. I wondered why, believing as I did, I could not accommodate the lusts of one whom I loved deeply. I love him as much today as ever I did before he assaulted me. He was my best friend, and with me that means a friend for life. He's dying of cancer. If he should call me today for blood or even, farfetched, heart for transplant I would give it him without hesitation. How dare anyone interfere in our lives.
Now as to adultery. I love another not my wife, whom I love deeply unavailing. My love loves me absolutely, although she is happily married. We have agreed to eschew adultery because it would hurt our spouses and our children very much were it known. We think our love has increased our love for our spouses. We love each other deeply. I know that my last breath will speak her name. Conventions held by others keep us from each other's arms forever. I hate these conventions. I hate my cowardice at sacrificing my hopes to keep people who don't know me or even hate me in their sublime ignorance of our love. I don't believe in god. I took no holy oath to honor and obey my wife. Why should I or any lover so circumstanced be required to burn? Lovers must make their own rules. Its not for me or you or anyone to tell others what they can do to mark their loves.
Blue, I am saddened by your criticism of me and my ideas. Please think better of me. Aloha.
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