MORTALITY - A Ponderation on the Inevitable Occurance of Death


This blog is quite a morbid one, and if controversial, morbid and weird thoughts on the topic of death would disturb your fragile state, LOOK AWAY NOW.

Ah. Death.

I take this irreverent tone only because the whole concept of losing someone I love scares me. My fear of this is so off the charts that it has come full circle to rest on the arrow marked "Eerily Calm". I cast this frivolous spell around the concept of death, which allows me to refer to it in blunt terms and I use the words no one really feels comfortable with:

Died
Dead
Death
Murdered

People get most put out when I say, "My mother is dead," rather than, "My mother has passed on."

I am not sure when or why this direct approach started. I first became aware of it when my Uncle "ended his life under tragic circumstances".

I am not saying my way of doing it is the better way. I don't like dressing things up and beating around the bush. That's my style and my friends know that if they were to be direct with me, I would appreciate it more. I understand why many of us need to soften the prospect of death. It makes it sit more comfortably. It becomes less stark, less cold, less forboding.

My casual attitude to the subject has lost me friends. I only recently realised this. A school friend was murdered about 6 years ago and when I mentioned this two people who contacted me through SA reunited, I didn't hear from either of them again. Not a peep. I think that my boldness (stupidity?) of referring to Death in cold, hard terms has alienated me somewhat. Perhaps you will stop reading my blog as a result of this.

When I told an (ex) friend, "My mother is dead," he told me I was a freak and to stop being so weird about it. He advised me to try to apply some of the softer terms to my statement instead. No one tells me how to express myself.

I have openly discussed the topic with Kate, to make her aware that I wish to have an eco-friendly funeral and that if I am brain dead, switch off the machines. I think this openness comes from my desire to challenge MY OWN thoughts and feelings regarding death.

The terms people have used around me have been ambiguous, vague, empty. I didn't deal well with my grandfather's death when I was 7. We were told that Papa had "passed away". Where to? I wanted to know. What did pass away mean? "Papa went home." Did he go back to Italy? Was he coming back? No one would say. I knew what dead was. My duck and chicken had died - both mauled by a stray dog. Had Papa been mauled by a stray dog?

Then I wanted to know, "Why do you say someone has passed away when you really mean that they are dead?"

I don't think I was invited to tea parties with cousins again after that.

So I don't pretend that death is pretty or nice or easy or swiped under the carpet. It's raw, prickly, painful. And that's why people don't talk to me anymore after I reply to their questions with, "No, my mother is dead," instead of "I am afraid my mother isn't with us anymore." Because the words are raw, prickly, painful to hear.

Perhaps I am a freak show who has got it all wrong. Bull in a china shop (born year of the Ox, after all). I just view things differently. Nichiren Buddhism teaches that death isn't an end, but rather a stage in a cycle of life that continues perpetually. We return to a latent state once we die, gather our energies, rest and then return to a physical life in another form. We have invented many religions and philosophies to help us to understand this concept. How can we possibly ever come to an end?

I don't believe we end at all. We rest, recharge and return. Perhaps I am just a freak after all, who presses the buttons and yells out in the middle of a ceremony. (And invents her own words like 'ponderation')

I've been tagged by Rayna. This time, it's a sex questionnaire. Sounds like fun, so here we go:

1. How old were you when you lost your virginity? Who was it to? Describe the event.
Depends on what you mean. The actual hymen breaking episode occurred when I was 16 and it was to Gavin. If we are talking woment, then I would have to say that for me, I class my first 'proper' experience as the fling I had with Rachel when I was 26.

2. What is the strangest place you've had sex?
In the backseat of a car

3. Who would you consider "switching teams" for?
Can't think of anyone, so I'm stuck with the Sapphic Sisterhood

4. Do you prefer to give or receive?
Giving is awesome, but receiving is lovely too. Or better yet - giving and receiving at the same time.

5. One night stands- What's the protocol? Stay the night or get the hell outta there?
No idea. I have one night stand experience and it's not something I would ever repeat. And I've had what was supposed to be a one night stand turn into 18 months of sheer hell. Nope. Not a fan of the one night stand.

6. Favourite body part/parts of the opposite sex?
neck, shoulders and back. I like the imagination the most, though....

7. Quickie or long and slow?
Long and slow.

8. Noisy or quiet?
Um... yes... well... I have been asked to keep it down in case the neighbours hear

9. Ideal amount of sex per week?
When the opportunity presents itself

10. What's your number one sexual turn off?
Um... the cats trying to get in on the act

11. Number one arousal trigger?
Kate. Kate naked. Kate clothed. Kate. That and talking dirty.

12. What constitutes bad sex?
Well, that depends on how bad you've been ;)
Seriously, though - sex just for the sake of getting the other person to stop nagging you for it. (And I am a culprit)

13. Celebrity you would love to shag right now?
Nothing terribly tasty out there at the moment on my radar. I always thought Jeneane Garofalo was cute. I like cute and quirky....

14. Define sexy?
A woman who is intelligent, creative, talented and knows how to make her partner laugh

15. Remember the best sex you ever had. What made it special?
A deep spiritual connection, tenderness, understanding and a partner who was open to giving and receiving with her heart wide open

I tag:
Kate
Dori
Davina
Ralphie
Jose