Trixie Cruz: Listen

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on November 15, 2008

One evening he spoke.

Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard.

"My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be...

That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you,

but the thing in me that will make me able to get them.

That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it

-- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."

The girl smiled and asked: "Do you think I'm prettier than Maggie Kelly?"

He got up. He said nothing and walked out of the house. He never saw that girl again.

Gail Wynand, who prided himself on never needing a lesson twice,

did not fall in love again in the years that followed.

-Ayn Rand, "The Fountainhead"

Listen, please. Children will do this too. Sometimes they will tell you their deepest darkest fears. You may not recognize the feeling because it’s hidden in words like, "He stomped on my foot" or "I don’t want to go to school." They are telling you they are afraid. And when a child puts this much faith in you, places his very existence into your hands, you do not -- I repeat -- do not say, "Shhh, I can't hear the TV!"

Or what about your friend, the guy who simply laughs when asked if he's gay and suffers through snide remarks and hisses of, "bading..." Listen to him. He doesn't say he suffers, but if you listened, you will hear the anguish in that smile.

Trixie Cruz: IFs

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on February 10, 2009

Ok, you guys, 'tis the season to be mushy. You know how this works.

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Chi started hers with an aria from the Kamasutra, so will begin mine with a fragment of poetry:

There is

By my leaning over the precipice

Of your presence and your absence in hopeless fusion

My finding the secret

Of loving you

Always for the first time

"Always for the the First Time"

by Andre Breton

( a Kalinga couple)

One word to describe each of your past lovers?

Educational

Biggest turn-on you have ever experienced?

One look from him, from across the floor, knowing that at that moment we were both thinking the same thing -- that I missed him and he missed me in the two minutes it had taken him to leave my side and cross the room.

The most erotic thing a man can wear?

Uniform -- o my gosh, I am going to get killed for this, which is why, I won't say WHAT kind it is...

Sexiest dream you have ever had?

Walking with you shoulder to shoulder (it wasn't what we were doing, it’s what we wanted to do that counts)

Sexiest hotel room?

A mountainside with a view of the distant sea

Name a person/s you were attracted to but should not have been for some reason?

One of my best friends... (this is another one of those the-less-said-the-better-things)

Describe a romantic evening that did not involve sex?

Talking until dawn, then listening to you breathe...

One object that could best represent or express love?

Your jacket, when it was cold or your arm when I was going down the stairs.

Most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you?

"I stayed up all night watching you sleep."

A line in your pre-nuptial agreement?

I don’t have one, but we agreed that if we did, we would have put in, "but I though YOU were rich!!!"

The greatest regret in your romantic life?

Hurting someone who loved me in a way that changed him forever.

How would you finish the phrase "A life without love..."

... is unthinkable.

A meal that represents your current love life, what's on the menu?

Oatmeal. Good for the heart. It’s flavored, ok?

Metaphor to sum up your love life?

Like climbing a steep mountainside... you either fall or you fly.

To know more about Trixie Cruz Angeles, check out: I AM TRIXIE CRUZ

Trixie Cruz: Pied Pipers

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)

Original post on July 18, 2008

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Mr. Tambourine Man

By Bob Dylan

I caught a video on YouTube of a touchingly young Bob Dylan, looking frail and shy. In it, he is singing Mr. Tambourine Man at the Newport Folk Festival in 1964. To date, he has been performing for over thirty years and his genius is undiminished. The song, now a classic, is vintage Dylan.

Many speculate that it is about the dependence of a druggie on his dealer since it speaks of being taken "disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow." But to think so would be to buttonhole the universality of message that is characteristic of Dylan.

Trixie Cruz: Dylan's My Back Pages

by Rose Beatrix C. Angeles (Trixie Cruz-Angeles)
Original post on July 12, 2008

(source: bobdylan.com)

Bob Dylan's songs are anthems for an age when the young realized that they were going to inherit a world bent on destruction. So, unlike their parents, they raised their voices against war, saying, "Hell, no, we won' go." In this country, they railed against old entrenched politicians who asked questions like, "What are we in power for?" To which the youth responded, "Ibagsak!"