 I feel that it would be of use to explore what might be
rolling about in the boudoir of your minds after a few summer holiday
intrigues. If you are clueless to the kind of salaciousness to which these 3
letters ‘LDR’ refer, try the following scenario:
A summer trip back to your ‘spawning grounds’, getting half-pissed
and running screaming from the parents/aunties/second cousins twice removed
festive gathering with a way-too-gorgeous spunk, hovering at the edges of incest,
distant relly that becomes a bit more than a ‘beer goggle’ bonk.
Determined reader, you may be comfortable thinking, “Oh,
what entertaining imagery” or squirming with the glow of recognition. Let us
hope that if you are traversing the country for the numerous queerfestering
that happens at this time of year that you either invite said summer fun along
or even more audaciously consider that lightning could strike twice this
summer. Targeted lusting can result in future holiday destinations only previously
dreamed of.
LDR, an acronym as neat and tidy as the bag that is
frequently organised for the eagerly awaited and carefully planned trip out of
town to experience some “in the flesh” time in the mix of contact that is a
Long Distance Relationship. With the growing market in ‘virtual’ relationships
this isn’t as outré as possibly first imagined.
The idea of conducting an ongoing love affair from a
distance or the challenge of a relationship filled with day-to-day flesh and
fun becoming far more planned and occasioned would probably not get very much
mileage as a ‘lifestyle option’ for the instant gratification inclined. But
consider the challenge that it is to try and get from point A to B in many of
the large metropolis in this country and well, maybe concentrating bonk time
into a shag fest seems a bit more realistic.
Long as in lengthy. Long as in drawn out. Long as
interminable…oh dear, maybe today’s missive could have imbedded in it a handy
tool for a “We grew apart due to the distance” explanation. How much easier is it to end said
relationship without the pain of repeatedly bumping into each other at the
local hangout. Just be wary of who you
cruise at the next Girlfest or Mardi Gras event; they maybe the ghost of LDRs
past.
- Jilha Döttsdøttir
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