Saturday, April 04, 2009

Too Sexy For Her Rocker (posted by Ulrike Gerbig)


Too sexy for her rocker
Betty Dodson is 72 and Eric Wilkinson is 25, and after three years together they are still hot and heavy -- and happy.
By Michael Castleman
(http://dir.salon.com/story/sex/feature/2002/03/27/dodson/index.html?pn=4)

March 27, 2002 In the 1971 cult classic "Harold and Maude," Ruth Gordon plays a wacky 79-year-old who teaches a depressed man of 20 or so, played by Bud Cort, to value life. In the process he falls in love with her.
Betty Dodson, 72, and Eric Wilkinson, 25, are not Harold and Maude, but their age difference invites comparisons. When they became an item three years ago, friends teased them about the movie -- which appeared several years before Wilkinson was born.


"I never even heard of it till I got involved with Betty," Wilkinson explains. "But there's no comparison. Harold and Maude were just friends. We're lovers. We've spent entire days in bed together."
"Oh sure, we got Harold-and-Maude teasing," Betty recalls. "So, I'm so much older. But so what? When men have girlfriends or marry much younger women, no one bats an eye. But the other way around is a big deal. What we have here is a sexual double standard. The teasing stopped pretty quickly when our friends and families accepted our relationship. In our social circle, things feel comfortable now."
Dodson and Wilkinson live together in her apartment on Manhattan's East Side. They also work together: Dodson has produced several sex education videos and sex toys. Wilkinson handles the business end, tracking their sales and working with the webmaster to keep Dodson's Web site current. Their relationship is not like most, but some of the lessons they've learned together would intrigue any couple.
When Dodson first announced that she'd spent a weekend having fabulous sex with the man she affectionately calls her "young pup," her friends were less incredulous about their age difference than they were about the fact that Wilkinson was male. Dodson hadn't had sex with a man for 10 years.
Dodson is not your ordinary senior citizen. She has a Ph.D. in sexology, has been one of America's leading sex educators for more than 30 years and is the author of the minor classic "Sex for One." She has also been the nation's most outspoken advocate of masturbation and critic of what she has dismissed as "codependent partner sex." That's why her friends were so amazed by her tryst. For the first time in many years, the godmother of masturbation was doing it consistently with a man. Next fall, the author of "Sex for One" releases "Orgasms for Two," which, she says, she "would not have written without Eric. I'd never write a sex book about something I wasn't currently doing."


Some matches are made in heaven. Dodson and Wilkinson's was made in bed. "When we first got together," Wilkinson explains, "we didn't have many work projects going, so for a good year and a half, we had plenty of time for lots and lots of sex. Then the work side got busier -- 'Orgasms for Two' was a big job, and running Betty's business took time and energy. Like any couple, more work has meant less time for sex. But we still have great sex regularly, and still enjoy each other a great deal."
Dodson says that other factors have contributed to their recent sexual moderation: "Hey, I'm feeling my years. I still love sex, but I can't fuck around the clock like I used to. Sexual frequency isn't the issue. It's sexual quality, and after three years, that's still great. Sometimes we have quickies. Sometimes we spend all morning in bed sharing orgasms. Sometimes we don't fuck for a while. It depends on what's happening. Of course, we also masturbate. I walked into the living room the other day, and Eric was beating off to some porn. And I keep a vibrator within easy reach.

Dodson wasn't born a sex goddess. She is from Kansas, and in the 1940s she worked as a commercial artist, drawing fashion ads for Wichita department stores. In 1950 she moved to New York to attend art school, where she continued working as a commercial artist and painted on weekends. In 1959, she married an advertising executive but was not orgasmic with him. They divorced in 1965 but remained friends.
After her divorce, Dodson discovered orgasmic partner sex, bisexuality and nonmonogamous relationships with Grant Taylor, who is currently her webmaster. She soon began producing erotic art and had several exhibitions, which led her into New York's cultural underground and something she never expected to experience or enjoy -- group sex parties.
"I must have had sex with a thousand men and women," she recalls. "It was a wild time. But in hindsight, I was also exploring sexuality, preparing for my life's work as a sex educator."


Dodson made her first splash as a sex educator in 1973 at the National Organization for Women's first conference devoted to sex. Before an audience of more than 1,000 women Dodson, then 43, presented a slide show entitled "Creating an Esthetic for the Female Genitals." People were not sure what to expect. She clicked the first slide, a close-up of the well-groomed vulva of one of the 15 friends who'd posed naked, legs spread, genitals wide open for her. The audience gasped. "All our lives," Dodson proclaimed, "we've been led to believe that our cunts are nasty, ugly, smelly, and shameful. But I'm here to show the world how beautiful they are."
The audience was shocked. Some booed when Dodson used the word "cunt." But she pressed on, promoting her view that women's genitals are a joy to behold. As the slide show progressed, the heckling died down. At the end of Dodson's performance, the audience gave her a standing ovation.
That presentation certified Dodson as a sex educator to be reckoned with. She made more heads turn the next day with a workshop called "Electric Vibrators for Masturbation." Those appearances launched Dodson on a 25-year-long career producing weekend workshops around the world, bringing her message of assertive self-loving to thousands of women. Her motto is: How we make love to ourselves determines what we bring to partner sex.
Dodson also continued to have an extraordinary sex life. After the group sex parties of the '60s and '70s, she spent the '80s bisexual but mostly lesbian. In the '90s, she returned briefly to heterosexuality but eventually decided to go solo. "One reason I opted for masturbation was my discovery that most of my male contemporaries -- I was in my 60s at the time -- were not that much fun. They had relationship baggage and health problems. They were not into -- and usually not capable of -- extended sex. And they wanted to dominate the relationship, always wanted to have things their way."
Enter Eric. Wilkinson grew up in Virginia, the only child of a businessman father and homemaker mother. At 14, he became interested in sex. He read self-help books and masturbated over the few girlie magazines that came his way. "I was raised Protestant and thought masturbation was a sinful expression of lust. I struggled over that for a few years, but by 17 I was sick of feeling guilty. I decided: If I burn for beating off, so be it." He lost his virginity at 18.
In college, Wilkinson wanted to study sexuality. "But they didn't have any courses in what I wanted to learn. I wanted better sexual skills. I wanted coaching in how to eat pussy and how to have anal sex without hurting the woman."



Then Wilkinson read Dodson's "Sex for One." "I'd read dozens of sex books. I'd reached the point where I didn't think I could learn any more from books. Betty's was the best book I'd read by far. It had such great information." He wrote her in care of her publisher.
By the time Wilkinson's letter arrived in 1999, Dodson had received tons of mail from people who'd read her book or seen her videos. She usually sent form-letter replies. "Eric's letter was different. He asked questions I'd never heard from a young man. He was well-informed about sex, more reflective than most, and curious about sex in the same way I've always been. He was this odd combination of the eager student and a remarkably self-assured man. I was intrigued. I remember thinking: This kid is something else."

They e-mailed for several months. "We're so cool," Dodson laughs. "We met in cyberspace." She loved his e-mails. Eric was an English major, a gifted writer, and he related his sexual experiences with the young women he was seeing. His e-mails became Dodson's favorite porn: "I'd get turned on and masturbate fantasizing sex with a handsome young man."
Wilkinson asked if he could visit. Dodson declined. She wasn't into complications, especially heterosexual complications with a man young enough to be her grandson. But Wilkinson persisted. Eventually she relented but insisted on keeping him at arm's length. The deal was that he would stay with a friend, and they would just have lunch.
Wilkinson had other ideas. He wanted to have sex: "Women lovers my own age were not sexually experienced. They were inhibited, not very creative. What I wanted was a sexual mentor, and Betty seemed like the perfect woman."
Dodson's resolve to keep her distance quickly evaporated when Wilkinson walked into her apartment. "The kid was so desirable, a gorgeous 6-foot hunk. He wanted me to be his sex teacher. It was very flattering. We went out to lunch, returned to my apartment and had four hours of very hot sex. Eric went to his friend's place, got his suitcase and spent the weekend with me. We had all kinds of sex he'd never had before: I did deep-throat on him. I played with his balls, and slid a dildo up his butt while he played with his peter. It was not only great fun, it was first-rate sex."
In addition to his sexual curiosity and enthusiasm, Wilkinson endeared himself to Dodson by saying he'd always wanted to use a vibrator during sex. "Many men feel threatened if a woman pulls out a vibrator during partner sex," Dodson says. "They feel like she's saying: You're not good enough. But Eric welcomed the vibrator. His cock was inside my pussy, and I had my Magic Wand on my clit. It had been a long time since I'd had a penis-vagina orgasm with a man."
Dodson also enjoyed Wilkinson's sexual sophistication. "Eric was more advanced sexually than lots of men who were my contemporaries. He's a dedicated student of sexuality. And he's fantastic in bed: sweet, sensual, playful, experimental, and he has great ejaculatory control."



Wilkinson wondered what it would be like having sex with a woman so much older than himself: "When we got naked that first time, I was very pleasantly surprised. Betty looked nothing like my vision of what a 69-year-old woman ought to look like. She's taken very good care of herself. She's definitely not an old lady. She looks like she's in her mid-50s."
In Dodson's mind, her weekend with Wilkinson was a lark. She had no interest in a long-term relationship, and even less in having him move into her apartment, the private sanctuary that had been shared with hundreds of workshop women for decades.
After Wilkinson returned to Virginia, they stayed in touch. "We e-mailed and talked on the phone," Dodson recalls. "He pressed me for another visit. He wanted to stay a week. I told him he could stay a weekend. He came up and wound up staying a week."
Their sex was fabulous, but even committed sensualists like Dodson and Wilkinson spend more time together out of bed than in it. Dodson was equally astonished how comfortable it felt having him around. "Beyond the sex, we're remarkably compatible," she explains. "We have similar personal habits. Neither of us is a morning person. We're both night owls. We're both hard workers, but we like lots of time off to play. I grew up with three brothers, so having Eric around struck a familiar, familial chord for me. I'm not only his lover, I'm his big sister, mother, granny and auntie. In any of those roles, we're both very playful."
A few months later, Wilkinson graduated from college and wanted to spend more time with Dodson. She agreed to let him stay one month: "I said, OK. I need an editor to go over my memoir [still unpublished]. I gave him the job. It worked out well."
At the end of the month, Wilkinson asked to be Dodson's apprentice, to carry on her sex education work. "It was very flattering," she recalls. "Of course, I hadn't lived with a man since 1970. No one bad-mouthed heterosexual relationships -- which I called 'pair bondage' -- more than I did. But Eric is very sweet and helpful and smart. When he saw how conflicted I felt about his request to stay, he suggested that we could stay in the moment and take things one day at a time. He swore that the minute I wanted him to leave, he'd go." That reassured Dodson.
So did the fact that Wilkinson took his position as her business assistant seriously. "I'm not a boy toy on the dole. I have the self-respect that comes from working productively and earning a salary."
The months passed. Wilkinson told his parents about his relationship: "They were shocked. At first, my mom was afraid Betty was taking advantage of me. She's from the South and saw our relationship as evidence of the evils of New York City. My dad didn't say much beyond, Come on home. Drop this fantasy. Get a life. For a while, Betty's friends thought I was taking advantage of her, that I was sponging off her. That stopped when they saw how much help I was and how happy we both were."
"Age is just a number," Dodson insists. "I feel more comfortable, more compatible with Eric than I do with most men my age. He's more alive, more interesting, more energetic and absolutely beautiful to look at. People ask me: What do you see in this kid? He doesn't have the big job, the big salary. I don't care. I don't need a man to pay my rent or take care of me. I want a young man who's interested in what interests me and who wants to learn. Our society forgets that the mentor/student friendships of the ancient Greek philosophers are a time-honored tradition. The way the world sees it today, Eric is my boy toy, so I'm taking advantage of him. Or I'm his sugar mama so he's taking advantage of me. Guess what? We are both taking advantage of each other and enjoying every minute.



"I've never met Eric's father," Dodson explains, "but once his mother realized I had her son's best interest at heart, we became good friends. When she visits, she stays with us. We talk on the phone. One of the many things I like about her is that for a fairly conventional Southern gal, she's quietly sexually progressive. She never had a problem with Eric masturbating as a child, which is a major issue for many parents."
Dodson continued to view the relationship as a transitional arrangement until he got his own apartment. A year after Wilkinson moved in, a few close friends sat her down. "They said 'Why do you keep saying Eric is a temporary fling? He's devoted to you. You've never been happier.' It was true. There was no reason to push him out of my life. So he stayed."
Then Dodson had an epiphany: "I realized that Eric was my reward for 30 years of service, being a sex educator, teaching women about orgasm and masturbation. He found me because of my work. Finally, I accepted his delightful presence."
Her publisher approached her about writing another book, and she agreed to write "Orgasms for Two." "In the new book, I revisit heterosexuality from the perspective of a wise woman, an elder of the tribe, and Honey, by now I've got grandmotherly wisdom up the wazoo."

"Orgasms for Two" is more than just a love letter to Wilkinson. The book touts masturbation as key to enjoyable partner sex. "Couples have to liberate masturbation," Dodson says, "accept self-pleasuring in each other, show one another how they do it. And if a man can't handle seeing his lover use a vibrator, my advice to the woman is: Keep the vibrator and recycle the man."
The book also promotes women as men's guides in heterosexuality: "For partner sex to be good, the woman must know what she wants and be able to show her lover," says Dodson. "Women have to teach men about female sexuality, not pattern our sexual desires on what men want. That's the opposite of what typically happens -- young men who know little or nothing about sex end up taking the lead, and young women blame themselves when they can't have orgasms. So after years of saying that women need to be the leaders in partner sex, this gorgeous, sexy young man enters my life and says he wants to learn everything I can teach him. Is that great or what?"
"Orgasms for Two" also deals with the power struggles that mark all long-term relationships. "I could never figure out why I ended up hating every man I fell in love with."
"In my marriage and most of my other previous relationships," Dodson says, "there was this ongoing struggle over who makes the rules -- and women usually end up on the short end of the stick. Power struggles kill the joy in sex. This time around, both Eric and I talk about our power issues. Now that he's so good at sex, he's usually the top [leader] in bed, and I'm the boss in the business. But because I spent so much time feeling powerless in most of my relationships, I'm very conscious of not abusing my power."
Both Dodson and Wilkinson agree that the hardest part of their relationship involves issues of who's in control, in part because on the business side, she's his boss. "It's hard," Dodson says, "to be a good lover in bed and also be an effective CEO. But I can't be a wimp either. Sometimes a task has to be done a certain way, and I have to make sure Eric understands why he has to do it that way."
Wilkinson agrees: "We both work at not taking conflicts on the job personally. If I make a mistake, Betty is good about telling me how to correct it, and I know she still loves me. And if I call her on being overly critical, I always let her know I love her. We give each other lots of affection, and that helps."



"People enter couplehood with this idea that they'll share power equally," Dodson says. "But that rarely happens. It never happened to me. The question for couples is: How to balance the power?"
They work at conflict resolution. "We get irritated with each other. That's natural for two headstrong people. But we try not to let irritation boil over into anger. There are no wars between us. We don't hold grudges. There's no suffering in silence. We talk things out. We don't let hurts fester. We're good at resolving our conflicts without hurting each other's feelings."
They work at staying in the moment. "I don't treat this relationship the way I treated my marriage and other heterosexual relationships," Dodson says. "There's no expectation of living together happily ever after till death do us part. No pressure to buy into that fantasy, which is a lie anyway. We're committed to staying together as long as it feels good to both of us. Things stay lighthearted and pleasurable."
They give each other space. "We're together so much that we needed to create some time apart. We have some separate friends and often socialize without the other. We also have our own beds in separate bedrooms. But the first one to go to bed gets tucked in by the other, and we cuddle every night for 15 minutes or so going over our day."
The final element in the Dodson-Wilkinson balance of relationship power is nonmonogamy. Since her divorce in 1965, Dodson has been militantly and very happily nonmonogamous. When Wilkinson entered her life, she considered herself beyond jealousy.
She was wrong. "A girlfriend of mine was attracted to Eric, so with his permission, I gave him to her for her birthday. Afterward, she wanted to see more of him, and it pissed me off. I got angry -- and then felt embarrassed about it. I had to relearn what I'd learned in the '60s -- that we have a choice between being monogamous or enjoying the big wide world of sex. Since I've already had a fabulous sex life, it seemed unfair to Eric to demand monogamy. Especially since part of the foundation of our relationship is the mentor-student thing. He wants to carry on my sex-education work. But nonmonogamy made me uncomfortable at first. I was afraid he'd find some sweet young thing and run off. Finally, I took a long look in the mirror and said: Dodson, get it together. I knew that holding Eric back would ruin things between us. I made a decision to get over being jealous."
"Neither of us was into monogamy," Wilkinson says. "In our view, monogamy cheats each member of a couple out of being fully sexual by shrinking the world down to two people. By saying you'll limit your screwing to one person, you're screwing yourself. But believing something intellectually doesn't mean that it's easy to accept emotionally. So we spent a good deal of time discussing how we could make a nonmonogamous relationship work."
They came up with one simple rule: No one brings anyone else home or stays out all night without first checking in with the other to make sure it feels OK.
Since agreeing on this rule, they've had a few threesomes and foursomes, and Eric has had sex with a few women he's met through friends. "That's been fine with me," Dodson says. So far she's gone out with a few of her old girlfriends and has had sex with only one other man. Currently, neither one has any other regular lovers.
Both Dodson and Wilkinson view their nonmonogamy as one advantage of their big age difference: "I don't think I could ever have this kind of relationship with a woman my own age," Wilkinson says. "They're fixated on marriage and children. They're very threatened by nonmonogamy. It takes an older woman, a woman with Betty's experience, to let go of sexual possessiveness."



"I have a former lover," Dodson says, "a man I almost married, who is now 80. His wife is 40. She loved him at first, but she's in a different place now. She's chomping at the bit to have a life of her own, including sex with other men. But her husband insists on monogamy. In a relationship where one is much older than the other, I don't think it's fair for the older one to own the younger one's sexuality like that. If age brings wisdom, the older person should be wise enough to allow the young one to experience sex in all of its fullness. By insisting on monogamy, my old friend is no different than an overly possessive parent. Kids rebel against that -- and rightly so. I predict his young wife is going to bail out on him."
Dodson and Wilkinson also credit their nonmonogamy with keeping them devoted to one another. "We never take each other for granted," Wilkinson explains. "We make the decision to stay together every day."
Another thing that keeps them together and happy is affection. "We're always hugging, and cuddling, and smooching," Dodson says, "not just before bed, but throughout the day. In most couples that falls by the wayside pretty quickly. But not with us. Physical contact, sexual or not, helps keep us connected."
Some people -- usually women -- say that a good relationship makes for good sex. Others -- usually men -- counter that good sex makes for a good relationship. Dodson and Wilkinson are both solidly in the latter camp: "When I have a great orgasm with Eric," she explains, "I feel this welling up of love that deepens my appreciation for him. Sure, I can have great orgasms by myself, but Eric is so dedicated to my pleasure that being with him increases the intensity of my orgasms. At my age, I think relationships should be fun or why bother? Many women expect love to be profound, deep, meaningful -- and last forever. My adult relationships are based on sex, and sex is play. Remember, in our puritanical society, play and pleasure are very suspect."
Wilkinson agrees: "Many people believe that good sex is this magical thing that somehow falls into your lap when you're with the right person. I've never believed that. Good sex is like any other skill: It takes knowledge and practice. I was frustrated with lovers around my own age. I'd say: 'Let's try this, or talk about that,' but they weren't into it. They weren't as experimental as I wanted to be, and that caused conflict. Betty not only wants to experiment as much as I do, but afterward, we both tell each other what we liked, what didn't work, and what we can do better next time. She's a great person. She's had an amazing sex life, and now she's passing her wisdom along to me."

Still doing it - Women and Sex and Old Age (posted by Ulrike gerbig)


Women and Sex
Still Doing It After 65
by Vanessa Ford-Willams
November 29, 2004
(http://www.brooklynexcelsior.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2004/11/29/419e1c0d32c7d)
Students and faculty were invited to a viewing of, ‘Still doing It: The Intimate Lives of Women over 65’, an event hosted by the Women’s Center and the Revolutionary Alliance of Women last Tuesday. Many people gathered in room 220 of the Field building for what they called a very eye-opening documentary.
“I began to make the film when my sister was turning forty and she was going crazy!,” said Dierdre Fishel, creator of the documentary. “It’s interesting because at the time, I was thirty-seven and I realized how early this obsession with age is and what it means to get older.”
Some people in attendance questioned the availability of women to participate in the film. “I basically asked everyone that I’d met and they thought it was great,” said Fishel. “The images of women got less and less as you got older.”
The issue of getting older and still being intimate was addressed. “The thing is, it’s very hard for us to accept that we’re that age,” said Harriet Sohmers Zwerling, a seventy-five year old woman featured in the film. “We don’t imagine ourselves getting older.”
“Who says that a fifteen year-old is better than a thirty year-old?” Fishel asked. “Or who even says that a thirty year-old is better than a fifty year-old? It’s not concrete enough to make these claims.”
Some people discussed the reactions that their loved ones had with the documentary. “I’m perfectly okay with it, but my son doesn’t want to see it,” Zwerling said. “He feels it’s embarrassing that his mother is still having sex at my age. He's fourty and he thinks that I just shouldn’t do that.”
Many people stated that although the availability of a sex with a partner may be limited, there were other resources to entertain. “Oh, whoever made vibrators did a wonderful thing!,” said Zwerling. “I use one whenever I feel like it. There’s nothing wrong with a woman taking the time to pleasure herself. Sometimes, sex is better when you’re having it by yourself.”
Fishel expressed her reasons for making the film and hoped that viewers would walk away with a deeper connection to the people featured in the documentary. “Partly what I wanted to do with the film was create older role models,” said Fishel. “Too often there are these images of youthful women with perfect bodies being thrown in our faces day after day, and there’s no one there to represent the older generation.”
Zwerling also made reference to older women becoming more active in their daily lives. "You know, if you're older, you don't have to have a husband," said Zwerling. "I'm involved in a club for senior citizens where I don't have to focus on not having a husband.
Fishel also agreed with Zwerling. "It's true. Much of the younger generation is afraid to speak to older people," said Fishel. "They would be surprised to know how open many of the women that I spoke to were about sex in general. In a way, it's almost as if they feel they have no one to turn to and that's not good."
Zwerling also made reference to her new book, 'Notes of a Nude Model and other Pieces'. " I wrote the book in a way that could tell of how my sex life was when I was younger," said Zwerling. "That still hasn't changed, but it's sometimes sad when I read it."
Zwerling also made reference to some of the people who watched her film. "This documentary was first shown on the Discovery Channel and I remember thinking to myself, 'Why is this something that has to be discovered?'" said Zwerling. "It's funny because afterwards, two young guys e-mailed me saying that they wanted to meet me. I thought that was a nice surprise."

sex and old age


Today I decided to re-post some blog entries from the past...the year 2006,to be precise, because I still feel that this is a very interesting and important topic.

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Last night I saw a most interesting feature on German TV:
it was a film titled "Still doing it - the intimate lives of women over 65" by the American director and film maker, Deidre Fishel.

To be honest, it was one of the most moving, most revealing, most inspiring things I have ever seen on TV and it reached me even in the dark pit I am in right now (which speaks for the quality of the film!).

Here is a short review which I found on the net. The film was shown on the Seattle Film Festival
(http://www.seattlefilm.com/siff2004/film/detail.aspx?id=350)

Still Doing It: The Intimate Lives of Women Over 65
USA, 2003, 54 minutes

Menopause is not the same for everyone. Some women just get a stronger sexual appetite as they mature. This documentary takes an intimate and good-natured look at the sexuality of women over 65. Nine women—partnered, single, straight, gay, black and white—speak honestly about sexuality and the politics of aging. Screens with Busting Out
Director: Deidre Fishel

Producer: Deidre Fishel, Diana Holtzberg
Editor: Deidre Fishel
Cinematographer: Deidre Fishel, Caroline Kim
Filmography:Risk (1994)

This morning I was still deeply moved by what I had seen in this film and by the women who appeared in the film and who spoke about their sexuality, their needs and wishes and phantsies with such raw honesty and with such joy and such courage...I needed to know more...

On the internet I found information about 2 women who appeared in this film.
One is Harriet Sohmers Zwerling (http://www.edwardfield.com/Gallery3) and the other is Betty Dodson.

I did further research and found some very intersting article on the net.

And I all the time I felt that I would have loved to watch this film with all of you and I would have loved to discussed the topic with you, my sisters!

Since this is not possible, I at least wanted to post what I found here. I wanted to share what I found with you.
The long article about Betty Dodson might be quite controversial, because it is very explicit.
I hope nobody is offended here and I hope you all read it...it was a revelation to me and an inspiration and it gave me hope that there still is much much more to come for all of us!

Please, let's share our thoughts about all that here. I am most curious to read what you think!

I love you all,

Ulrike

Friday, April 03, 2009


Falling without a Safety Net


By Sherrie Kolb-Cassel



Soon it will be dark outside
as the weather begins to cool,
a reprieve from this hateful summer.
Earth sentences us to rising temperatures,
then occasionally forgives us with evenings
of cloudy skies and merciful breezes.

Tonight you will dine with colleagues
in another city, sleep in a hotel room,
distance yourself from practical things.
In your absence the fog will dissipate
and my foresight will be 20/20.

You will sleep soundly as I toss and turn.
Our neediest cat will cry at the door,
demand attention, lonely for my love,
but I will have none to give.

I will peruse our photographs and try
to recapture the feelings that brought us
together. The phone will ring,
and it will not be you.

Later I will sit outside, listen to the sound
of one heartbeat, and search
for a single star beyond the clouds,
a sparkle, a promise, the tiniest
glimmer, and the rain will come find me
face up with no umbrella.

Love/Water

„Love as water“ by Ulrike Gerbig

It’s ridiculous
Says pride
It is careless
Says caution
It is impossible
Says experience
It is what it is
Says love
Erich Fried

There is no logical or rational approach to love. No matter how much we try to “understand” our motives or that of our partners, we will never reach an answer that will close the gap between our emotion and our ratio.
Living in a technical age, in which the emphasize lies on action and measurable success, and not on feeling, this insoluble contradiction inert to love drives us crazy sometimes. It even makes some of us ill.

Yet it should remind us, that love is one of the life’s primeval forces, so ancient and deeply rooted, that it defies all attempts to be “modernized”.

Still, we try – time and again – to measure our partners and our feelings by standards that might be useful when judging a business deal.
We talk about “feasibility” and “profitableness”, about “equal shares” and “deals” we have with each other.

The pain of a separation we try to rationalize by saying it “did not work” (as if the love affair had been a machine), it did not “suit us” (as if the partner was a piece of clothing ready to be discarded with every new fashion), we “reached the limit” (as if loving someone was a bank account or a credit agreement).

We wonder why none of that helps to ease our pain, or relief our anger and disappointment or prevent us from falling into the same traps time and again. Often we think that if we replace the partner and make a new deal, things will eventually work to our liking. If it does not, it is not the concept that is wrong, but circumstances or our counterpart.

But maybe the images are wrong, the way we think and speak about love. The words we use, the images we create, can be very revealing about our inner concept of things – both abstract and concrete.

What if we thought of love in terms of water, rising and ebbing, changing according to its inert rhythm?
What if we knew that it can be a small brook, soothing us with its quiet murmuring, creating a steady background noise to our every day life?
A source inevitable for our survival, providing us with one of the things we really can’t live without?
A soft rain that falls on our faces like a gentle touch from somewhere far beyond us, bringing us new hope and making our seedlings grow?
A river, broad and wide, running its cause as nature made it and unstoppable, except for human interference?
An ocean, rough at times, and quiet at others. Tossing us about and nearly drowning us and putting us in awe and then again being incredibly calm and deeper and wider then we ever can grasp?


Could we then learn to give up any attempt to control love and accept that it runs its natural cause?
Could we understand that wells just fall dry and blame is no use and we have to move on?
That it is no use to scream at a raging ocean or wanting to control its ferocity?
Could we learn to accept that this element has its own rules and learn to respect them?
Could we finally see that “caution” in dealing with the element is wise, but will not change its nature?
That “experience” is useful, but will not help us change its laws?
That “pride” is useless in facing the force and that only humility will teach us that it is something bigger than us, utterly beyond our control?
Could we learn that we have to know how to swim before we have close contact with deep water?
That we need external help when we are close to drowning?
That sometimes there is no other way but to give up and give in to this huge force which is so much bigger than ourselves and so much more important?

Could we then finally accept that each drop of love we receive increases our own inner ocean, fills the lakes of our souls and feeds our own rivers, so that we can let love flow out of ourselves and into other systems? That there will always be water somewhere, but in order to survive, we have to go out and find it and that we cannot demand in what form it comes to us?

Just like the water cycle is not a closed one, love evaporates and rises to the skies and falls down somewhere else, increasing some other lake or river or brook or ocean. Sometimes it runs underground – reappearing in places least expected.
Following that thought, no love would ever be lost, but just transformed, transferred to some other place, to another stage. In a way it always returns to where it came from, transformed and after a long journey, but nevertheless it returns. But it is true, too: no river ever runs backward and if a well runs dry we have to move on.

Accepting that thought, could we finally learn to see that love in itself cannot be measured or limited by reason, or be explained on a rational basis?
That it just “is” and always “will be” – somewhere in some form if not where it set off in the beginning?

Anybody out there?

Hey, everyone!

Long time since I visited "Lilith's Blog" and an even longer time since I have posted anything here.

Now I wonder: is any of you sisters still out there? Will it be worth trying to get this blog going again????

Waiting for your replies....

Ulrike

Friday, March 14, 2008

Inaudible Delineations - AVR (the sound of my ink)

"Dripping sounds" by Federico Muelas



INAUDIBLE DELINEATIONS


Soft whispers
Intimate thoughts
Of scarlet dreams

Bloodied screams
Of innocence
Butchered by lust

Wailing sobs
From the bottom
Of the abyss

Silent tears
As the soul is
Ripped open wide


And no one
Hears what’s inside
No one listens

Deaf to the
Loud crack as the
Wounded heart breaks


© Alice Vedral Rivera 2007

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Diversions- Eila Mahima Jaipaul





Group therapy for multiple personalities

The new woman
unfolded a worn map,
pointing to a smudged spot at the edge of it.
"See. That's how far away I feel."

Taken by the outburst
her neighbor asked,
"do you lose yourself
in the cave of endless breath
the moment you don't want to know yourself
soaring or frightened?"

"No" the new one replied.
"It's more like peering endlessly
into a handful of air.
If you stare long enough, you begin to see shapes
and try to put them into words
as indisputable as current"

"You know, these are only tricks
and metaphor...
selfishness and cheapness and rage"
another whispered.

The new one nodded,
carefully refolding the map.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

STILL - by Ulrike Gerbig




Still

A rose is still
A rose is still a
Rose is still a

Kiss is still a kiss
Is still a kiss is still

You is still you is still
You is still you is still me

Is still me is still me is still me
Kissing you is still me kissing you
Is still me kissing your smile is still me

Kissing your smile is still me licking your
Tears is still me hearing your voice is still me
Tasting you is still me touching you is still me hearing

Your voice is still my touch, is still my cry
Your name is still my ocean, my desert, my earth, my sky

Is still my honey is still my words, is still my sigh, it is still my
Music, it is still my verse, it is still my image, it is still what it is

It is still
Me

Ulrike Gerbig
February 2007

Infinite - by Ulrike Gerbig




Infinite

You know

That I know

That you know

That I know

That you know

That I know

That you know

That I will never

Forget

Ulrike Gerbig
February 2007

Fear-at tea time - by Ulrike Gerbig




Fear - at tea time

For days you have
Circled my house
Dropped letters
Faded calligraphy
Blurred pictures
You called me
Names long forgotten
Tenderly your voice
Nibbled my barrage
Charmed my fortress
Found keys to
Sealed vaults
To hidden doors
Your persistence
Moved me
I invite you in
I sit you down
I make you tea
I listen to your story
I ask where you come from
Why you are here
How long you will stay
I know you will leave
When you delivered
Your message
When I learned my lesson
When I have finally understood

Ulrike Gerbig
December 2007

No place – nowhere




No place – nowhere

Cupboards packed
With worn-out days
Stale smells of what-was

I throw open windows and doors
I hope for the best

Floors slippery
Veins slashed in
Loquacious silence

I cannot walk here

See me
Hear me
Touch me
Feel me

These walls
A canyon

This stained flood
A desert

I am a stranger in my own castle

I search for garments
That fit the occasion

What colours to wear
To one’s funeral?

Mother did not teach me that…

I still prepare food
For empty tables

I go to bed
Hungry

My stomach
Growls for past feasts

I refuse to be fed
On stale yesterdays

I light candles

Every night
I put my love
In blind windows

Hoping for you
To find your way
Home

February 2007

Back!

Yes, I am back!
I am back here and back in LIFE ...after having been ill for a very long time.

Illness makes you think: think about yourself and your life, about the universe and life in general, about what really matters, about what it is all about....

Yes, I did a lot of thinking in the last year....

And now I am back...back, to do a lot of living besides doing a lot of thinking.

Me and the internet: that was one thing I thought about a lot, too....about if the internet and me really was/is a meaningful story or only a make-believe....about the question wether my EGO really matters so much that anybody out there might be interested in what I have to say...

Now the question is a different one for me:
Can we all use the internet as a means for communication, for broadening our horizonts...can we use it for building a web of women or people in general, people interested in discussing their thoughts and views?

Is the internet a useful means to get feedback on our writings? Do we need and want such a feedback and will we get it here?

Anyway, I feel the world as it is leaves a lot to discuss and I am still very interested in the toughts and views of an international women's community.

So how is life in Northern Ireland right now?
What do American women think about the upcoming election and the state of the United States in general?
What dou you all think about the state of the world, the climate change, "new" feminism...or what do you all do with you lives AND, MOST OF ALL, what new poems do you have in store?

I am well aware that it might be too late to re-vive this blog, but at least I wanted to try!!!

I send you all my love, as always, and hope you are all well!

Kind regards from germany!

Ulrike

One of my poems on youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uxEre5D6qmc

a swedish student used one of my poems for a project which he posted on youtube.

go and check it out if you have the time!

love!

ulrike

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Matka Praha/Mother Prague - AVR






MATKA PRAHA

Okouzlená tvou krásou
Ztratila jsem duši už dávno
V ulicích tvých a vracím se
K tobě čas od času

Napít se z tvé studny
Trpkých vzpomínek
U cítit tvou mocnou
Otevřenou náruč

Poslechnout si bití
Tvého srdce jak současně s časem
Stále pokračuje a dál
Pochoduje do nových století


© Alice Vedral Rivera – 2007 – Czech Republic



MOTHER PRAGUE

Bewitched by your beauty
I lost my soul in your streets
Long ago and I return
To you periodically

To drink from your fountain
Of acrid remembrance
To feel the powerful
Grip of your outstretched arms

To hear the steady beating
Of your heart in sync with time
As it continues to pulse
Marching into new millennia


© Alice Vedral Rivera – 2007 – Czech Republic

Sunday, June 17, 2007

UNITY by AVR



Unity 3 by Dennis Wickes
© Dennis Wickes




UNITY


As we come together
In the infinite
Perfection of love

The light from our hearts
Shines upon the darkness
Illuminates shadows

That slink away
Into the confines
Of obscurity

Allows the various
Hues of hope to
Pervade our lives

Exposing our
Sacred centers
Naked and bare

In the opening
Of our souls
We find truth

At our most
Vulnerable
We find strength


© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007


click here to hear this piece as spoken word

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Memorial Day – With Sorrow


This is for the families of those who have given their lives and a reminder for us to mourn with them and honor their sacrifice.



Memorial Day – With Sorrow


Embrace the pain of loss
It is worthy of our grief

Find solace in words of comfort
And never let go of hope

Allow tears of healing to wash over us
Expressions of sympathy to carry us

Let us hold tightly to our faith
Let it sustain us

Cradle the cherished memories
They are ours to celebrate

Full and vibrant lives
Whose spirits now reside

In the presence of their creator
Having fulfilled their calling

And whose love will continue
To live in our hearts until

We, too, fulfill our destinies
And reunite with them in joy


© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007



You can hear a reading of this poem with music on www.garageband.com; artist AVR; title - Solace in Sorrow

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

NoRouz in Iran

As I said a while back, I was going to go to Iran for NoRouz this year and I did. It was an experience any Iranian-American that has been born here and never been there during that time of year should experience. We went to so many homes and ate so much good food. Of all the holidays that I have experienced here I think this experience takes the cake...lol!! My kids were in heaven with so many aunts, uncles, cousins...paying total attention to them. My husband was so content being with all his friends. You all probably ask what about me, well I enjoyed all the music, food, and family around me so much that now that I am home it's like what now? Anyway I hope everyone enjoyed their arrival of spring as I did mine.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

White Out by AVR


White Out


Tangled in the
artificial
light of snow

The glare of shrill
ice lamina
promptly blinds

The silent roar
of an absent
wind deafens

As you drown in
the emptiness of
vacant space


© Alice Vedral Rivera - 2007
Click here for a special reading of this poem