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On singing out loud, nekkid pitchers, and boobs
I’ve not done a great job keeping up with things this week, but it’s Friday now, and time to breathe a bit more deeply. (We here in the states also have a 3 day weekend ahead in commemoration of Memorial Day.) It’s bittersweet, though. Normally, my family would be going to a 4 day long music festival, as we do every year. But, this is the 2nd year it’s been shut down due to Covid. While I look forward to the relaxation, I’m also sad that I won’t be dancing and enjoying myself (fuck you, Covid!). Anyhow, since I haven’t had time for memes this week, let’s give a little…
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Being honest about desire and sexual growth
I’ve never been good at asking for what I want (sexually or otherwise). Even after 15 years of marriage and 12 years of sex-blogging, I’m shit at putting my desires into words in the moment…to another human’s actual face. A desire hits me, but I choke it back. Is it because I’m unsure? Or because I don’t want to be vulnerable and admit that I want something? Or do I not want to be a bother? I don’t even bring up non-sexual things I want to do…shows I want to watch, plans I want to make. So, it’s really just part of my personality. He asks, What do you want to…
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Ottava Rima
For the A-Z Challenge, I’m celebrating to National Poetry Month. For O…it’s the ottava rima. Ottava rima are 8 lines with an abababcc rhyme scheme, most commonly written in iambic pentameter (or 10-syllable lines). The form can work as a stand alone poem, or be used as connecting stanzas. Some Loves Some loves are harder than others to forget. They burrow deep in our soul and wait for inconvenient times. Questions and regrets feed the memories, and never satiate our need for closure. We give what we get: endlessly fishing on a hook with no bait. Our only recourse is to walk away, Hoping years and distance will lead to decay.
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He is the sun
I’m the safe one. The friend in high school who always managed to get us home, even after following along and mother-henning while the group made bad decisions. I always had an escape plan. A way out. A solution to the problem. And the managing of that always got in the way of me ever enjoying the shenanigans we got up to. Not to say that I’m calm under pressure, because I’m not. But, after briefly panicking, and maybe having a good cry, I can pull my shit together and deal with the issue. I was a mostly good kid in school. I did just enough “bad” stuff to avoid the “goody…
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Aiming to Belong Instead of Trying to Fit In
I very much resist when people try to put me in a box…label me…tell me what I can or can’t or should or shouldn’t be. It brings the rage monster out in me. (Unless, of course, it’s my Husband…and it’s related to our D/s relationship…but that’s a whole different subject, entirely.) And it doesn’t need to be direct. It can be an indirect implication set by society or a group or an individual. You’re a ________, so you should be like this. This is how you should ________. Be friends with these people…but not these ones. Eat this…don’t eat that. Like this. Don’t like this. Believe this. Censor yourself to…
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Mistakes were made…
I have a poster on my classroom wall that says… Yesterday, a student noticed it, said he liked it, and noted how true it was. I emphatically agreed, extending the conversation a bit with, “if you never fail, it means you aren’t being challenged. If things are always easy, and you always get A’s, that means you aren’t learning anything. And that means I’m not doing my job.” It honestly looked like a light bulb had just gone on above his head. And later, one went off above mine, as I related it to this quote and to my own life–my marriage specifically…and even more specifically, our sex life. Mistakes…
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Soul Mate
People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mate’s purpose is to shake you up,…
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Ties that Bind
You write your name on my skin, from across the room, your gaze both creating boundaries and opening up the universe, silently telling me yes or no — invisible conversations between simple daily activities, like dressing for dinner, driving across town. The heat of your touch blossoms anew as I sit. I hold the menu, looking at the words, but my mind is elsewhere, following the stinging tendrils of hand-shaped memory beneath me. Simple words float across the table, but your fingers are complex, slowly tracing mine, electrifying my flesh. Sparks travel, crashing past bone and muscle, to the core of me. You are the only one with the key to that…
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Coffee
As my week is crazy busy, I’m falling back on some past images for February Photofest this week, but I’m teaming them up with inspiration from other memes. Yesterday, it was Nikki’s Love Yourself meme that inspired Hands. Today, it’s Little Switch Bitch’s coffee quote for Quote Quest: I’m a coffee addict. I’ll admit that I probably drink too much of it, but it’s just so damned good. Here’s one more of my favorite coffee-themed images from the past: Given how much I have to do today, I’m thinking I’ll be drinking quite a bit of the bitter elixir today. Remote learning has shifted to hybrid, so students are…
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Intoxication
It’s not something I’m usually conscious of: His scent… always subtly whispering…having secret conversations with my own…mingling to create the smell of us. Of course, I was highly aware of it early on…not so much that it was there…or that it was good. The right scents are often like that. So right…possibly so like our own…so natural, we almost miss them at first. It is always easy to tell when someone’s scent is wrong. When the chemistry is off. But when it’s right? Up close, His breath against my lips, under my nose… inhaling the heat in the crease of His neck… the softness of His chest hair… the deep musk of His groin……
