On Sunday morning, I often steal material from my priest (insert minister, rabbi, imam and season to taste). Later, I go to confession for the theft.
It may be hard for some of you to believe, that every week this holy person gets up there and talks about romance (and related issues, LOL.) The golden rule is the base for religion as it should be practiced. How the hero and heroine change to love and caring with all its ups and downs is the base of romance.
The core and often the arc of every romance is love, of course. Whether it be sweet, religious, or if you like chili peppers, a 1 to 10 in hotness. This includes erotic romances, because believe it or not people yearn for and lust after each other. There's something like 7 billion of us and how did that happen??
So, the story does not go boy meets girl, they fall in love, the end. This ignores the dichotomy of man. Romance must have interior and exterior forces that fully show how these two people and why they get together, gay, straight or other.
So a priest, minister, rabbi, and imam walk into a bar. The bartender asks, "What are you having?"
They speak up in unison. "An epiphany, no olives."
It may be hard for some of you to believe, that every week this holy person gets up there and talks about romance (and related issues, LOL.) The golden rule is the base for religion as it should be practiced. How the hero and heroine change to love and caring with all its ups and downs is the base of romance.
The core and often the arc of every romance is love, of course. Whether it be sweet, religious, or if you like chili peppers, a 1 to 10 in hotness. This includes erotic romances, because believe it or not people yearn for and lust after each other. There's something like 7 billion of us and how did that happen??
So, the story does not go boy meets girl, they fall in love, the end. This ignores the dichotomy of man. Romance must have interior and exterior forces that fully show how these two people and why they get together, gay, straight or other.
So a priest, minister, rabbi, and imam walk into a bar. The bartender asks, "What are you having?"
They speak up in unison. "An epiphany, no olives."
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