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True love.
An observation and a barely serious question.
I'm not a bod of experience. In my mind, I've a tendency to confuse, if confuse is the word I'm looking for, Jeeves, and it possibly isn't because I'm thinking I mean conflate... and I think I've broken this sentence beyond the point of repair.
Take two goes like this. I've a tendency to conflate romantic love, eros type thing, with the feeling I get when Hutch climbs into bed with Starsky in the very last episode of, predictably, Starsky & Hutch.
My question. Is it love? That thing when you want a chap to be shot up a bit so another chap can climb comfortingly into bed with him?
Plato, I think, says not.
I'm not a bod of experience. In my mind, I've a tendency to confuse, if confuse is the word I'm looking for, Jeeves, and it possibly isn't because I'm thinking I mean conflate... and I think I've broken this sentence beyond the point of repair.
Take two goes like this. I've a tendency to conflate romantic love, eros type thing, with the feeling I get when Hutch climbs into bed with Starsky in the very last episode of, predictably, Starsky & Hutch.
My question. Is it love? That thing when you want a chap to be shot up a bit so another chap can climb comfortingly into bed with him?
Plato, I think, says not.