11-06-2005, 08:12 PM
A man is sitting in a bar looking depressed when a woman approaches and asks him what's wrong. He tells her sadly that his girlfriend just left him and, after some pressuring, admits that it was because he was just too kinky for her.
"What a coincidence!" exclamimed the woman. "My boyfriend just left me for the same reason."
The two have raging sexual intercourse with it off and, after a few drinks, decided to go back to her place as it was nearest. The woman left the man alone in the living room and disappeared into the bedroom. After ten minutes she reappeared dressed in full leather and chains, with whip and ballgag in hand only to see the man about to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I thought you were kinky."
"I am," he replied. "I fucked your cat and just took a shit in your purse. I'm off for home now."
"What a coincidence!" exclamimed the woman. "My boyfriend just left me for the same reason."
The two have raging sexual intercourse with it off and, after a few drinks, decided to go back to her place as it was nearest. The woman left the man alone in the living room and disappeared into the bedroom. After ten minutes she reappeared dressed in full leather and chains, with whip and ballgag in hand only to see the man about to leave.
"Where are you going?" she asked. "I thought you were kinky."
"I am," he replied. "I fucked your cat and just took a shit in your purse. I'm off for home now."
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton
