Why are our love affairs in little boxes?

There is a well known folk-song called “Little boxes”dealing with people in all spheres of life, living in separate little houses “like little boxes” and never making friends and mingling and reaching out to each other, just living remotely without passion or regard for the next one. Similar to robots. Safe. Sound…but lifeless!

When proceeding further into adult life as an individual in my late teens, I suddenly had to conform to society, adapt my free spirit to conservative & well known paths, follow the “norm”…lifeless.

No flare-up of passionate yearnings to drop my pants with a physically, attractive(to me) person and spending my seed in that somebody with joy and immense pleasure! No,no,no that was immoral, it was sin, it was the gateway to hell & damnation. You’re expected to build up relationships with a member of the opposite sex (NEVER the same sex that was the utmost sin into the portals of condemnation !)…and then you put up false facade’s to your prospective partner’s parents, friends & family to win their favor in acceptance of you as a possible suitor & friend to their precious child.

I rebelled against this all my life. My personal outlook and developing character would be chiseled and refined, even with initial flaws, to the person I want to be and are comfortable with within. Especially in relationships. I’m a passionate person by nature and live HERE and NOW. My expression of my love for a woman consumes into physical contact and giving and sharing my body with her in honesty and punctuating my true feelings by offering her my best lovemaking to reveal my intense sincerity. From there we build and shape our future relations( if it is applicable). There are times when two people pass each other like ships in the night and the following day those fleeting passions has subsided and the ships disappear over the horizon.

However, what is the accepted norm today? Can we still love with abandon ? Share each other in body, and often in soul, without commitment to pre-arranged pointers for the future? Or is our love affairs also submitted into preconceived boxes ?

Lifeless.