Idiosyncratic.: Venus Fly-Trap.

2/09/2010

Venus Fly-Trap.

"If a key opens lots of locks, it's a master key. But if a lock is opened by lots of keys, then it's a shitty lock. " Is a saying, which validates boys' ability to sleep with lots of girls and not be a manwhore and become a ledge, and also a claim that girls are skets if they sleep with lots of boys.

Jackshit.

I think it is an african proverb that a boy sees a statue of a man standing over a lion, and he asks his father
'Why does the man slay the Lion, when we are all so afraid of him?'
'It will always be so, my son, until Lions can make their own statues.'

In a society where men have slight superiority, which perhaps is enjoyed by females, the opening of doors, and the stopping of cars, bills being payed etc, it will be seen as females can be tools, but I think an intelligent person who is open to the idea of sex can see it as working both ways.

It is a good venus fly-trap which catches all the flies. It's a foolish fly and a smashingly evolved plant.
The plants needs are fed at the expense of the fly, but flies aren't as gifted, they might not see it that way, they smell the sweet scents that instinctively draw them, then feel lucky for a taste.
The same goes with roses, and foxgloves, and tulips, the bees and the hummingbirds swarm to the nectars.

It's all in your perspective.

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Adi9 February 2010 at 23:02
why is it, in the supposively, modern society that men aren't seen as sluts when they sleep with girl, but girl are when it's the other way around - like u say.
I think if someone likes sex, and takes the propor precautions then they should be able to have sex with as many people as they like - without hurting their feelings offcourse (mutual feelings/open relationships)
or if they want it to be special, to just have it with one person.
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Stick10 February 2010 at 02:37
I've heard the saying before, even though I don't agree with the labels women can acquire so easily.
What you said about the venus fly trap. The stupid fly. The smart plant. The smart being makes use of the stupid being.
You have to be smart to survive efficiently in life. But as a human, within society, making use of stupid people as a means to acquire something is frowned upon. I don't think it should be.
I like the blogs, keep em comin x
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LLG10 February 2010 at 23:58
I don't think using stupid people is always frowned upon, perhaps not spoken of.. but many people do without any hassle or displeasure
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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.

Once there was a boy.
When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train.
Falcons are raptors - killing birds, his father told him, hunters of the sky.
The falcon didnt like the boy, and the boy didnt like it either.
Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him.
It would slash at him with its beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were bleeding.
He didnt know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus nearly impossible to tame.
But the boy tried, because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father. He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird meant it was easier to tame.
He learned the equipment, the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist.
He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldnt bring himself to do it - instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him.
He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later, it ate so savagely that its beak cut the skin of his palm. But the boy was glad, because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen.
He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight.
Sometimes the bird would hop onto his shoulder and put its beak in his hair. He knew his falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed, but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what hed done, expecting him to be proud.
Instead, his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands, and broke its neck.
I told you to make it obedient, his father said and dropped the birds lifeless body to the ground. Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed, it was broken.
Later when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body of the bird and bury it.
The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he learned: that to love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.
From City of Bones by Cassandra Clare.

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The boy and his falcon - One of my favourite stories.