The L Word
Doc Sorrow blogged a photo which I assume was her tattoo. What she wrote beneath it was something I wanted to reblog, but I realize how people get when you reblog their photos.
So instead, I will provide a link to that post here. It’s a cool looking tattoo if you’re into those. And if you’re not, it’s still a cool looking tattoo.
The post was about the L word.
A gentleman had sent in a Dear Sugar letter. And here is part of the reply he received:
Do you realize that your refusal to utter the word love to your lover has created a force field all its own? Withholding distorts reality. It makes the people who do the withholding ugly and small-hearted. It makes the people from whom things are withheld crazy and desperate and incapable of knowing what they actually feel.
So release yourself from that. Don’t be strategic or coy. Strategic and coy are for jackasses. Be brave. Be authentic. Practice saying the word love to the people you love so when it matters the most to say it, you will.
We’re all going to die, Johnny. Hit the iron bell like it’s dinnertime.
