By Ivan Bliminse
The modern soul is plagued by its history of monogamy. All men and women seek to find a pledge of loyalty, presuming that staying with a partner and being all enduring is the “only” or “right” way we should love.
Whether we have learned such castrating moral rulings through our social doctrines, in religion or our institutions, or the overly perpetrated ideas that there is virtue is undermining our wants and desires for others.
It is clear to me now that the soul must fight to break the surface of these repressions, even if doing so comes at the cost of a relationship held so dear, so to find its space to breathe, if only to save our livelihood. To quote Shakespeare’s Emilia, “Let husbands know their wives have sense like them”.
Too long overdrawn is the power of hypocritic wants of our partners. The truth is that people lie all the time, especially when encouraged not to: Fleeting eyes, a faint desiring glow of what could be, the temporary rush delivered in a cloud of unknown perfume.
These are all exciters of the unknown and inspire all sorts of thoughts is any passional direction.
So, why not act? Why not take a leap of faith into another’s arms? I have lived long enough behind the old barring desires, and this is testament to the period of my ambition awaiting opportunity.
Why not let people swing from arm to arm; to bosom; to crotch? The monochromatic colours of orthodox restraints have been painted all over the vigour and passion, seen in every lover and available in abundance to fleeing and changing relationships.
Many would claim the hurt feelings of “betrayed” partners all over the globe, that they have somehow been let down, their expectations disappointed. But if we carried on catering to every expectation of others—chiefly, those that are absurd—then man and woman are left with not much energy for anything else, let alone knowing the passions within oneself.
Cheating or swinging are not acts of childish indulgence, but rather a process of cathartic self-discovery and fleeing the dead weight of monogamy.
It is not through lack of love that one goes from man to man, woman to woman, but with an abundance of love.
It is that one loves them with the same individual passion each time, a passion that is not the same between any two lovers.
One does not receive the love one is looking for at last, but once more. The human is a butterfly, destined to leap from flower to flower, to find one’s exulting desires at every turn.
An expression of the soul’s wants for freedom, a space to breathe, cannot be seen as a sin but only as a revolt for passion. A dream to love all.