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Disappointing Barry White
We all have to start somewhere
Barry White was playing on the stereo when I lost my virginity. When it was over I felt that I had truly let down the female involved. But I really, really, really, really, really felt like I let down Barry White.
No neophyte quits after the first time. So I kept listening to Barry White over and over and over again until I finally came close to getting it right.
But you can’t listen to the same music forever, right? So for the next half century I listened to all sorts of music. Eventually, after way too many years, the music I listened to had no connections to sex, hormones or romance. For crying out loud, I was listening to yoga music and new age harp music that sent my mind into realms of woo woo that never aroused any bodily functions or lusty memories. Heck, I even listened to classical music. I began listening to music only with my mind and not my body.
And then it got even worse! I stopped listening to music altogether!
I chose a path of silence in hopes of someday hearing the holy Music of the Spheres — or whatever you want to call it. I had heard everyone else sing. I wanted to hear God sing in her own voice. I wanted to hear the music that sent me into rapture, the music that lifted me up into ascension, the music that made me transcend…
