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Tuesday, February 11, 2025

Outlaw Love

  

Yosemite Sam Collectible Figurine


Love is the ultimate outlaw...
The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice.
Instead of vowing to honor and obey, 
maybe we should swear to aid and abet.

-- From Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins


Outlaw Love

We might think of marriage as a matter of Law. Y'know... a social contract. A civil or religious ceremony. Or even of Common Law which recognizes a long-standing union.

For better or worse, the Law legitimizes or forbids the union of persons on the basis of 'norms', custom, tradition and taboo. I'm not writing, here, to argue the Law, this way or that. 

But Love...

I'm here to attest that Love is by nature Outlaw. Anarchy to its hot, beating heart. Feral... untamed and untamable. Insane... mad and maddening.

I'm here to deny that dominion or obedience have a lick to do with Love, though it may play at these. That coercion, punishment and revenge have no place within it. That duty and obligation are signs of Love, and can even be symptoms of its deficit.

I'm here to doubt that Love can be without respect, honor, consent and good faith. Without inspiring loyalty and fidelity running deeper than mere monogamy. That the choice to go forward together requires promise or command.

We are human, both individually and as Lovers. We are confused, inconstant and learning to know our own selves. And yet we find one another in Love, and for a while go forward, hand in hand.

Aid it. Abet it. Accomplice outlaw Love!


That would mean that security is out of the question.
The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate.
My love for you has no strings attached.

I love you for free.

-- Continued from Still Life with Woodpecker

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