Moratorium on Love

I’d like to request a moratorium on love. Love has been as co-opted as Christmas. Love is a De Beers campaign. It’s Beyonce swervin' on that wood. Love is never having to say you're sorry. It’s the Defense of Marriage Act. It’s apparently all you need, if you're a billionaire recording artist. Instead of using the word love it would be amazing if people just said what they meant. I would prefer to hear “I really like having sex with you” or “kindly, solve my problems, please” or “I really need you to just listen right now” or even “My ass is broke and I really need someone in my life who can occasionally slide me some cash.”

It would be extra awesome to hear “I believe I can accomplish more working in community with others. I believe I do better when I feel supported. Would you be willing, for the time being, to enter into a relationship of mutual support? That support would include physical and emotional intimacy; picking up slack when one of us might be incapacitated, but not beyond what is reasonable for the well-being of the other; and engaging in mutually rewarding and life-enriching activities. We could share hobbies, enjoy entertainment and travel. We would also need to agree to accept and honor each other's personal boundaries, understanding that those boundaries may shift as you and I both grow as emotional, intellectual, physical and spiritual beings.”