A crush is a spark, a match, do I want to feed the fire? Fire, light, life, sex. All of this sits right here between us at the Spring Equinox. I want to feel my fire, light, life, sex in ways known and unknown. That is the best way to describe this moment. Spring equinix if the balance of the known and the unknown. It is really quite delicious.
I have and enjoy sex because of the sheer awesomeness of the shared physicality, because of the emotionality and warmth and fun of it.
This is about training my brain and head and body. Letting go and allowing intuition to steer, trust my human foot on the gas, the new and substantive places I can go. Right now SIMC is the option, andnd Duluth feminism.
The words love potion popped into my head. Still feeling the ease of taking the ibuprofen, let’s call this a feeling state, I started imagining what I want. The ultimate personal SIMC scenario.
Oh radical queer feminist crushes, feelings, desires to fuck in a small town. Exciting and disconcerting. Free and constrained. Confusing and fun. She likes me and I’m turned on by them. Focus wide and then come back to center. Push and then relax. Routine, ritual and then ahhhhh! shake it up.
I want to say to Duluth, “Fucking talk about sex++. The ‘hard’ issues. The things that make you squirm, shrink, squeeze yourself into crazee small spaces. In queer creative ways god dammit. For effing sake.”
There is ego in love too. Who am I most proud to wear on my arm out in my community.
Sexual climate is shaped by what we do and don’t say. What we express or don’t (silence) is the number one way we know, shape and feel the landscape of where we live...
This crazee strong part of me that is not bound by external definitions or
identities or ideas or stories (old and new) about who I am...
She said it. Swoon Gloria. I love sex because it allows me to feel all of right now. With myself, my environment, and another person. Living in Duluth, I’m “taken” constantly...