Platonic = Fun

The soldier and I have exchanged text messages almost everyday. I have to remind myself that he only views me, in the words of Dawn Eden, as... 'a piece of meat - a rare an attractive piece of meat, deserving of the highest respect, but meat nonetheless.' *

Yesterday I told him that I have taken a vow of chastity and prefer to have great platonic relationships with men which are much more fun.
'Your shitting me, you must get really frustrated'
'I don’t! Can’t explain it but I really am quite content'
'That’s ok; I suppose it’s less complicated'

I haven’t heard from him since …

Speaking of great platonic relationships last Saturday a good friend Fredrik phoned me up and asked if I wanted to go with him for the Landscape Photographer of the Year free exhibition at the National Theatre (held from 17 November to 17 January). Freddy is into his photography and whilst the photos in themselves were stunning, he was a fount of knowledge regarding the different techniques used. Afterwards we strolled through the German market stalls along the South bank, bought fudge and drank mulled wine.
And then to the O2 Arena (formerly Millennium Dome) in North Greenwich. There was a merry go round that Freddy asked me to get on to whilst he took photos with his ever present camera. Got this lovely shot!

We then went into the Body Worlds & Mirrors of Time Exhibition in the 02 bubble (£14) by German Professor Gunther von Hagens or Doctor Death - an anatomical exhibition of real human bodies that have been preserved by a process called plastination. Apparently these people donated their bodies to be displayed. There were about 200 bodies!! This is one of a dancer. Once again, I find this western culture weird because in Uganda it is taboo not to bury your dead. Heck when I told my mom I wanted my organs to be donated and body cremated when I died, she almost had an apoplectic fit. (Fred is of the opinion that these were really German prisoners with no human rights who were killed for the exhibition). The exhibition wasn’t as creepy as I thought it would be because the bodies looked …well… plastic. The most impressive displays for me were the giraffe which towered about 30 feet above us and the fascinating foetuses at different stages of growth from week 2 to week 8. You can distinguish the features at week 8, and yet in this country it is legal to abort them! The theme of the exhibition was aging, death. At the end of it you are handed a Life Certificate

in recognition of resolve and committment to embrace a healthy lifestyle,

accept physical and intellectul challenges,

strive for fellowship, and live a purposeful life in longevity.

And then there is space for you to write down your personal committments to long and healthy life.
Fred cautioned me not to sign it, because that would give Doctor Death a reason to abduct, kill and use your body for his exhibition!

Hmm I think someone has been watching too many Sci Fi movies
It was a really chilled out day, and I wish I had more like that with guys!
They ARE a lot more fun!

* Chapter 1 (page 6) of 'The Thrill of the Chaste - finding fulfillment while keeping your clothes on' by Dawn Eden