@1 The Jealous Passion of My Cuban Lover - March 29, 2021
With MANIPULATION the Communist ideology infiltrated all levels of Cuban society.
With INTIMIDATION the Communists methodically silenced the dissenting voices of those who chose to remain in Cuba while freedom-loving hearts and minds, gave away their worldly possessions to fly, float, or in some cases sink to their final resting place, beneath the warm, shark-filled straight North of Havana and South of the Florida Keys.
With the removal of Cuba's most able minds and purest hearts, the Communists began their DOMINATION of those who remained, systematically dictating every facet of the lives of each individual and of society as a whole.
Removed from the personhood of each remaining Cuban were truths that we as Americans hold to be self-evident, and endowed by our Creator as inalienable, “...Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness…” Removed from the Life of most remaining on the island was the right to choose an education profession or employer, the right to own property and the right to social or economic mobility. Removed from Liberty was the right to speak the heart and mind, the right to associate with like minds and hearts, and the right to individual or mutual self-protection of one's body or life. Removed from Happiness was the right to collectively worship the God of their forefathers, or publicly practice any social interaction not deemed acceptable by the Dominion of the Communist Overlords who must be worshiped with the actions of one's hands and feet, and praised with the opening and closing of one's mouth.
So what then? What remaineth under the Castro Dominion for the men and women of Cuba, stripped naked of life, liberty and pursuit of happiness to whom were handed una hoja de parra de ideología revolucionaria?(@2 a fig leaf of revolutionary ideology?)
La Familia. The cornerstone of "La Familia" was the intimate relationship between a man and woman, as the trunk to which offspring and social relationships attach. In which society does there exist a Pursuit of Happiness greater than the intimate relationship bearing offspring and mutual social relationships? But the means to acquire "la felicidad de la familia" (@3 family happiness) that remained for the women of Cuba was their Sense of Sensuality now unbridled by any religious, moral, or ethical construct, and which could be the last gasp of their drowning culture, from below the crashing wave, grasping a bow, an oar or extended hand, to rescue them from an existence sinking into a darkening depth of Communist oblivion.
So the women, beautiful as they were, strove for greater beauty. As seductive as they were they conspired to become more. And the physical sensuality that adorned them as countless feathers on a wing, in their desperation to gain and retain that which the Dominion allowed them to acquire, demanded, even more, be added to their repertoire of sensual arts.
And men are men. The siren's call is heard and all other sounds are silenced. The siren’s scent is tasted and drunk to full intoxication. And the woman that Thou gavest to be with me, she gave me the fruit of her tree, and of it I did eat.
Y los hombres son hombres. A slavish, devoted sensuality without the social construct, without moral foundation, without an equally requited and devoted affection, tarnishes the feminine sensuality of the vessels adorned in it, and corrupts each man who drinks of it. Perhaps sooner, perhaps later, the tarnished vessels are inevitably discarded by the very men who drink from them. Always the same, but never the same in every sordid narrative, “...Él estaba enamorado. Ella estaba enamorada. Estaban enamorados. No estaba enamorado. Ellos no están enamorados. ella esta en el odio..” (@4 He was in love. She was in Love. They were in Love. He was not in love. They are not in love. She is in hate.)
In hatred, she returns to her craft and begins the polishing of her tarnished yet still sensuous vessel, but never the same as she sees her once beloved, hand in hand, cheek to cheek and lips to lips on the doorstep of another, in the public square and her name as his former object of passion, chattering in the mocking mouths in a brothel of tarnished vessels. With greater seductiveness and greater sensuality comes a greater apprehension. If what was of her before was not enough when offered with the flavor of her youthful innocence, what more will be sufficient when not offered without the flavor of that first innocence? And in her second act, fear will be realized as the pace of seduction quickens with the greater height of her sensuality, but the affair will be at least a moment shorter and her heart a minute closer to an incarceration of enraged hatred, and shackling to the thought of love eternally lost and unable to be forgotten.
Fear heightens her senses. Danger quickens the beat of her heart and burns in her eyes at the thought of again losing an object of her passion. Warily she stands watch over her latest charge where in the closed comfort of her chambers she seized his breath with her taste in his mouth, pacified his mind with her touch, and relentlessly pursued his passion with teeth, tongue, and lips. Peacefully she rested the aftermath of her passion's storm in her lover's soft slumber.
But slumber ends. And men are men. They rise. They shake themselves. They depart. From the balcony of her chambers, she blows him a kiss as he alights from her doorstep only to feel her heart sink a step therefrom as his head turns and his eyes delight deeply upon the lusciously displayed charms of the forbidden fruit passing him on the street.
Thus is the curse of a woman's desire for the man of her chambers, who upon traversing her doorstep transforms from a masculine object of her desire to a butterfly unbridled in its affinity to alight upon every forbidden flower it views along the way with nary a passing thought of or for, the woman who passionately favored him in a preceding breath.
Cuban women are claimed to be the most sensuous lovers in the world. They are also claimed to be the worlds most jealous lovers. @5 Es más fácil separar a un alcohólico del amor de su bebida que a una cubana del sufrimiento de sus pasiones celosas. Es más fácil separar a un alcohólico del amor de su bebida que a una cubana del sufrimiento de sus pasiones celosas. (@5 It is easier to separate an alcoholic from the love of his drink than a Cuban woman from the suffering of her jealous passions.)
When considered, the anthropology of this passion is self-evident. Cuban women are the world's greatest lovers because that was the Dominion, intentionally or unintentionally left to the woman's domain. But they are the world's most jealous lovers because the men to whom they give that love are as unbridled morally, as may be any woman passing them on a Havana street, who has also lost her gift of passion to an unbridled man.
This is the Curse of Eve found in Genesis that Castro silenced while his Communist Utopia like all the others wound its way through decades of aberrant lust for sex, money or power and a deathly jealousy against others in whatever form of desire that the Communist Dominion will allow.
Y la maldición que maldice a Eva, maldice a Adán. (@6 And the curse that curses Eve, curses Adam.)
Because men are men.