May Life be Full of Jacks

We saw the White Stripes Friday night. A very good concert. I like their music, love that a girl rocks on the drums. THe crowd was mixed, a few young girls with their dads, but a decent crowd.

But I was most impressed with the dynamics between Jack and Meg. He placed a microphone near her drum set, and seems to actually be energized from her. He appears to encourage her, coax her. Like a friend, like a brother, like one who loves her. Just how.....well, who cares?

Jack and Meg White are not brother and sister as they describe themselves. According to the ever reliable internet, they were once married and are now divorced. I think it is awesome that they are still a partnership of sorts.

I believe in deep relationships with members of the opposite sex. I guess I even believe that you can love more than one person, but may just not want to be romantic partners with one of them, or either of them, or both of them. Very significant relationships that can be more than friends, more like famiy, and therefore...love and committment, but maybe not THAT love and committment. And if you have some sexual tension, does it have to be SUNK? Or is that just a natural obstacle?

I love all my girlfriends. I hope that I will be friend with them for a million years. Even if we have different interests, and spend time apart, and spend time with other girlfriends... I never want them to not be a part of my life. This plays no negative part of my relationship with my fiance. So, if they were men, would it have to be different?

I love that Jack and Meg portray that they have this level of connection. Loved once, still love in some ways, they just "Are" and good for them. That is an under-exercised beauty that I can appreciate. He's married to another, but what if he loves Meg for ever and ever....maybe just not in the way that you love your significant other.

Maybe i have just lost my idyllic sense of romantic love, where you dream about being with your partner every waking moment, staring...loving.. yada yada yada. Instead I am thrilled by one who holds my hand when I am worried, who dances goofy to funny music, who sneaks glances at me when we hear someone say something stupid, or who teaches me new things. This is my romance. And dammit if my friends don't offer me some of that too. Granted, only he gets the goods....but that is such a small part of loving... isn't it? Even if you are a fiend.. it's still not the end-all. I think that even if for some reason, we were prohibited from that act, I would still be his partner.

I think of my ex in some ways like this. He was fun for me. I mean, he's not challenging or thoughtful, just fun. Energetic and silly. He does not make me feel unconditionally safe and accepted, but he makes me laugh and he's entertaining for small amounts of time. But I would never want a life where he is not my friend. But if it was hurting my ability to love fiance, then I may compromise the amount of time I spend with him.. and as it is, it's a 20 minute phone call two times a year, and coffee every other year.

But my other guy friends mean so much. I love them like I love all my girlfriends. Why think about the fact that they have penis'? Why? And even if I did on occassion fantasize about doing it to any of them... (but NO....I CURRENTLY DO NOT), so what? THat's another normalcy, seperate and apart from friendship. Isn't it? I reserve that for men I do not know however, since I am guessing you must know.


Anyway, I was just thinking about the Whites.. and how they represent something good. Love that endures and changes shape. And it makes me happy.