This blog is about sex. For those who are too prim and proper, please do not read.
It stopped raining. I'm sitting in my living room, waiting for the primrose oil to moisten my body.
I have been frustrated. I have been swept up in a routine and endless days of work and parties and bills and bills and bills. Responsibilities. No time for me. No time to relax and find out what i want to do with life.
I realize what's been missing in my life. Independence. Gypsy-like seizure of the day. Great sex.
What a relief it is to scream your pleasure to the world! Yes! I'm alive and breathing hard. Tense and red.
Sweaty.
I laugh after every peak, i laugh of joy. Finally, i'm myself. I'm me. Every inch of my body sings.
Oh how i missed it!
This is my starting point. My reconnection with myself. From here i will build my life.
Perhaps, soon, i will be able to smile at a ray of sunshine again. Finally get out of this pit of grayness and cold murky fear and panic. Feel again. Something, anything!
Insha Allah.
Do you know anything about the Ismaili?
Thank you for sharing.
Here's an article that ends with great advice about co-ed feminism.
"Co-ed feminism feels like utopia."
http://www.alternet.org/sex/89328/
No, not really. Do you? Who are they? Can you tell me anything about them?
God is Greater
Hi Sam,
Thank you that's a great article. It made me laugh. I admit to having had self image problems in the past. It should be a subject more open to discussion.
God is Greater
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