Sometimes it is hard to describe what love is but I certainly know what it is NOT. It isn't an age. It isn't the color of a person's skin. It isn't the gender. It isn't about a physical appearance. Love is special and to limit love to persons of a certain age, gender, physical appearance, or nationality would limit my ability to share love with those special persons I meet. Love is inside the heart and it knows no boundaries based on these superficial observations.

"I LOVE THE PERSON NOT THE GENDER"
I've always found these kind of statements offensive, but I've kept my mouth shut because I fully support the rights of anyone to identify (or not identity) in whatever way they feel comfortable in terms of their sexuality and gender.

Today, however, I realized that I find this 'I fall in love with the person rather than the gender' thing offensive to people like me, who are orientated one way or the other, because it sounds superior - whether or not superiority is intended. It sounds like the person speaking feels that she/he is better than those of us who allegedly fall in love with genders rather than people. What do we fall in love with, then, if it's not the person? A set of genitals? When I fall in love with a woman, is it just her 'sex' I'm after? Do I have a lesser experiences of sexual relationships because I only want them with women - rather than with 'people'?"

"So, I love people the way they are because of respect, admiration, and deference. In my case, the gender is not more important than the relationship of the person. But still remember, gender of the person is actually vital to the nature of the relationship."

In an uncertain time in the past, I knew of a pine. He was just a sprout when I first met him. He lived in a forest up on the hills, where the breezes fly free through the pointy leaves of giant trees. This baby pine’s fresh green body added colour to the boring brown earth of the forest, while morning dew clung unto his young leaf.

I went to see him everyday. It was not hard to find the way that lead to his place. I did not know why. I did not leave behind any trails, such as small stones along the pathway or marks on the trees. I felt as if this youngster called me to come and lead me to his place.

It was never been boring to visit him. He talked a lot. He is wonderful and very communicative. He told me almost everything that was inside his mind. They would just pop out and became an interesting and entertaining topic for us to talk about.

One thing I have never been able to forget was his life’s big dream. I had never realized, until now, how big or important the dream is for a pine tree since I am not a tree. For me, it was just a classic dream of a tree in folklores that has been told for centuries by mothers to their children by the bedside. It was nothing to be surprised about.

He said, with a serious tone, that he wanted to be the tallest pine tree in the whole forest. This statement was followed by my utter silence and innocent stare. I could not think of anything better to say at that time. So I just stared. Then, after a few moments, I became afraid of how he might react to my weird response to his dream. Fortunately, he said he was flattered. He told me that I am the only person that did not laugh at his dream.

It later came to my knowledge that the other trees in that forest had mocked him badly. They laughed at him. They said that it is impossible for this young tree to become a great big pine tree, since his parents were just small pine trees, and that his dream was nothing but hollow.

His parents did not…

Got to the site after hopping from the now defunct J guy Us guy and the current replacement of EAM4M(also curse me for not being here first since someone offered a 6 month free pass to EAM4M after I got in here) and while I haven't done much I think the most striking thing about this whole website is that feeling of openness. Or whatever is the antonym for exclusivity. I realize that any single post I make anywhere on this will reflect back to the front page for every member to read, it gives me the feeling that I should put more thought into anything I write because almost everything is a bit like a performance. It is perhaps due that extremely exclusive and private nature of other social networks like facebook, and yet it reminds me that anyone might just send me some love now.

I find it fun, and imagine it'll help me open up just a little.

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