No but hear me out.
Laverne Cox as Wonder Woman
i love the idea of love; of what you can see on the screen, read in a book, imagine about in your own head. the situations, scenarios and role playing all enacted out in the safety of ones of consciousness is so much safer - the reality is so very much harder.
how can you get to the love part, with out the trust first? trust is left corner stone of love. communication the right, with physicality being another….
i’m still working on the rest…
PASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me, 5
I ate with you, and slept with you—your body has become not yours only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass—you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you—I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait—I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
—“To a Stranger,” Walt Whitman