Seriously? I’m supposed to write about lust?
My heart is beating in overdrive right now. I’m about as shy as they come. I blush VERY easily. And I don’t kiss-and-tell.
How am I going to write about lust?
So I did what I do best.
I Googled lust.
(51,300,000 results in .25 seconds)
Wikipedia has a definition for lust that includes: “Lust, or a desire for the flesh of another, is considered a sin in the three major Abrahamic religions when indulged outside of marriage.”
Which made me smile, remembering Jimmy Carter’s “lust in his heart” comment.
The Urban Dictionary has 29 definitions. But they’re all essentially the same and many of them use words in their examples that I don’t use….well, that I don’t use here. And don’t forget. At Urban Dictionary dot com you can buy mugs, magnets and t-shirts about lust.
The third Google result is a quiz. “Is it Lust or Love?” For teens! Really? Well, I suppose that’s good. Teens can discern whether it’s lust or love in on the privacy of their own computer. I remember THAT conversation with my daughter very well. We’re whizzing done the Interstate at 70 miles per hour (so she can’t jump out) and I’m explaining alternatives to sexual intercourse. She’s so embarrassed that she’s curled up in a ball, face pressed against the window, saying, “Mom! Please! Stop!”
Dictionary.com and Yahoo! Answers have definitions on lust. The Catholic church has something to say about lust (I’ll bet they do!). Yada, yada, yada….
And then I found: Book Lust. “A Community For People Who Love Books” with Nancy Pearl. OMG. My kind of woman! Discussion groups. Online reading groups. Recommendations. Reviews. Contests and interviews. (You know where to find me as soon as I finish writing this post!)
There were lots of religious sites talking about lust. Dante’s Inferno covers lust. But honestly, I didn’t research all 51 million hits. I was too afraid I’d come across porn.
(Real conversation that just happened! Me: Can you please go watch TV or something? I really need to finish this post. #2son: No. I wanna play with my imagination. Me: Then can you play with your imagination somewhere else, please? #2son: Fine. (stomping off) Boy, SOMEONE has issues! — Boy-oh-boy, he ain’t kiddin’!)
Lust. It may do a body good. It may be a sin. It may be the greatest temptation. And like Jimmy, I have lust in my heart. But I can’t write about it.
But you can be darned sure that I’ll be reading all of your posts about lust.
Hey, I said I was shy. I didn’t say I wasn’t curious!
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