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Royal Bed, Versailles
Wow, I learned so much about beds in such a short time.Â
A few people sent me emails that they would love to send me a photo, but unfortunately, it is too personal to share a photo of their bed with the world.  After all, your bed is the place where you sleep, make love, and are vulnerable…
Man, I would love to see what is on their webcam!
Here’s another tidbit I learned:Â
Did you know that the bed is so powerful a symbol that some women actually throw out their mattress every time they break up with a man?! Talk about living expenses!
I perfectly understand this infusing of meaning into an inanimate object. I spent the weekend cleaning up the house, trying to make more room for the stuff I brought from my apartment.  It is so hard to throw out some things. I know they are inanimate objects, but they have so much “meaning,” especially when there is a story associated with it.Â
Since my father used to visit LA a lot, he kept two suitcases here with his clothes. It was hard giving some of it to Goodwill yesterday, but what am I going to do with it all? He had lousy taste in clothes anyway! (sorry, Dad — I hope you are NOT wearing Haggar polyester slacks in heaven)
And Sophia, don’t get mad, but I finally tossed those three old office chairs. We can talk about that later.
So, thank you those who DID send a photo of your bed. Realizing how intimate the bedroom is — it makes your gesture even more special.Â
Or should I just assume that those who sent it to me do ALL their lovemaking on the living room carpet and in the shower — so they don’t romanticize their bedroom?
(on request — my infamous bed before I moved to Sophia’s (NSFW))
