Sexuality 

Sitting, surrounded by people, and none know a single thing that’s going on. The opposite sex accidentally reveals their struggle blatantly, but yours remains hidden. It’s random, unexpected, but also pleasant. You’re not supposed to feel these sensations while in public. It’s a private matter. You tell yourself to stop. To think about neutral topics. Despite it all, your body rages on. Coerced by nothing, stimulated by the unexpected. It’s just happening. As hard as you try to stop it, to repress it, it continues on. 

The second you can, you run to a private space. You question why you’d allow yourself to feel such innapropriate sensations in public. ‘It didn’t harm anyone.’ ‘Yeah, but it’s also deviant behavior.’ 

There’s a knock at the door. You answer, and in he walks. That innocent little striped dress is now slipped off of your body by his big hands, with your assistance. Next thing you know, there you lay, directly undrrneath him, both of you with minimal fabric to cover your bodies and shield your eyes from lustful glances. His gaze is begging to look at your body in its one true state. Unclothed, unaltered, the imperfections revealed. You look into his eyes and desire the same of him. To have him reveal his body, for you to watch as he unveils what your body is begging to see. Both of you take turns indulging in how every part of one another’s bodies feel under the touch of your hands, how wonderful it is to run your mouth along the most delicate, sensitive areas, and place a kiss, or deliver a tantalizingly gentle bite. Your lips meet, and your tongues begin to explore and intermingle, like two long lost lovers discovering one another once again. He flips you two over, and now you’re on top. You’re nearly naked form on display. The first article of clothing… Then the next… Suddenly you’ve found yourself completely stripped of everything. His eyes take in every inch of your body, arousing all of his senses. It’s his turn next, and he happily obliges. Soon, the two of you have now found yourselves ultimately revealed. There’s nothing left to cover, everything’s exposed. You indulge in your desires. Your bodies mold as one, as he moves in you. You engage in the most sensual, lustful, forbidden, sinful, dirty act known to man, and you love every second of it. 

Some words

Sometimes life happens and you feel yourself get swept away in the tide of everyday activities and interactions. You see the crash and fall of the waves, but sometimes you don’t feel them like you naturally would. Something’s on your mind. Your thoughts can’t help but wander. Where do they wander? Is it to thoughts of a significant other? A new romantic interest? Is it that old flame that still burns and singes your soul? Is it wandering to thoughts of finding that thing called love that everyone talks so fondly about? They wander everywhere. Currently stuck on the beautiful idea of a twin flame. “What is a twin flame?” It is a concept that can give you hope or break you down entirely. To those who haven’t found a remarkable spark with anyone, the idea that a greater connection and love brings happiness to them—also alluding to the fact that they haven’t lost their shot yet. Some have love and lost— sometimes they just so happen to lose their twin flame. How would they lose it if it is an even stronger bond/ connection/ passion than a soulmate, you ask? Well you never truly lose it— it becomes unavailable, unattainable, too difficult to hold onto. Not every lost twin flame is gone forever, but sometimes it appears that way. It all comes down to the two individuals who share that connection. Are you stubborn? Are you foolish enough to let your twin flame walk even farther out of your life while you’re settling for a lesser passion? Are you scared? Are you too blind to see that you’re losing them day by day? Are you too heartbroken to give it another shot? If so, you might just lose them. It is a little difficult to continue to try when the odds are against you. History is made, and sometimes bridges are burned. Sometimes those pained goodbyes are final. It’s not because neither of you feel anything for each other anymore— you might feel everything, but you’ll never tell…

The other day I watched a movie that portrayed this kind of connection. They broke up because it was necessary, not because the love had faded. It never faded, even after 20 years of being apart. They still thought of one another after all of that time had passed. When they saw each other after all of those years, the connection, the passion, the yearning for one another still remained. It’s not the conversations they had, or the things that they shared in common, or the things they knew about one another. It was the need to be next to one another, with no clear reason. It is the desire to see and talk to that soul, because it is the only one yours finds effortless comfort with. They craved each other’s bodies– not because their bodies were perfectly toned and proportioned, but because that body belonged to the soul they couldn’t bare to live without.

Of course the movie didn’t end well…. I just so happened to conveniently remember towards the end, that the writer of the story is notorious for creating sad movies involving deaths to induce tears and despair in the viewer.

Love

You find yourself more in love than you ever thought possible. There she lays, in your arms, perfect in every way. Every fiber of your being reacts in an instant to the reception of this precious little gift. She is your baby girl. You immediately acknowledge how fragile this little human is. In that moment, you vow to yourself right then and there, that you will do all you can to ensure that she is treated with the utmost care. She is a reflection of the love shared the night she was created. She is the product of the 9 months of cautious nurture and care of the beautiful womb that carried her. You felt this gorgeous baby’s kicks at night as your wife lay fast asleep. You anticipated her arrival, picturing how this new presence would change your entire world. What would this little bundle of joy look like? Smell like? Sound like? Interact like? Would she have you smile? Your eyes? Would you see a glimpse of yourself in her as her eyes sparkled with glee each time she saw your face reappear in a simple game of peek-a-boo? Many questions flooded your mind at night. Now everything has stilled, and the only question you have is right in front of you: “how will you let this precious child know everyday, without a doubt in her mind, that her daddy loves her?”

Days, weeks, months, years go by, and you see her grow up. She is everything you could have wished for and more. It’s not exactly what she’s done, or said, but in a way, it’s all of that. It’s the perfect imperfection of this little girl, the glimpses of you and your wife in this unique individual. Her smile radiates through the room. She has your blue eyes, she has your wife’s chestnut hair. When she wants something, she imitates your old puppy dog eyes that you used to use on your own parents– sometimes even on your wife as well (in a joking manner). She has an infectious giggle that brings a smile to your face every time you hear it.

One day she comes home from high school, and she tells you she met a boy. The smile on her face gives you the impression that this boy isn’t all that bad for her. You give her a light-hearted mock interrogation anyway, and ask her “does he make you happy?” “does he treat you right?” “is there really a guy out there perfect enough for my little girl?” Then you mention one last thing: “make sure that if he ever treats you any less than you deserve, you walk away, because you’re the most precious gift anyone ever could receive and he sure as hell better know that.” That night, thoughts race through your mind. You remember her first words, the tears you kissed away when she fell down and scraped her knee for the first time, the pride you had when she finally learned how to ride a bike without training wheels, the times you’d come in the kitchen and find her and your wife baking cookies, her first day of school. It all felt like it was just yesterday. Now she’s going on her first date. Your little girl has acknowledged the opposite sex in a new way. She no longer sees these boys as friends anymore. There is the potential that one of these days, she may even kiss one of these boys. That thought is tough to handle. This is your baby, the one you held in your arms. You face the fact that your little girl is now a sexual being, but with that comes primal intentions. How do you know this young boy will treat your daughter right, when all of his urges arise from such an primal place. Will he be able to control himself? On the other hand… will your little girl want him to control himself? A first kiss is enough to think about, but then there is so much more that could follow. Your sweet little baby’s body is seen as a sexual object now. Guys want to touch her and she wants to touch them too. Your darling’s sweet little hands and mouth may go places that would make you cringe. Picturing these things makes you sick. She’s your baby. The little girl that is only meant to be held by your loving, fatherly hands. It was only days ago that she was too small, to young, to walk on her own. So you held her in your arms for hours, staring at that spectacular little face. Your love for her was unconditional from the start, and will remain so until the end. You think of how the guys she will encounter won’t see her in the same light you have. Their love for her, if even love, won’t be unconditional for sure. Some will expect things of her. Some things you don’t even want to think about. The thoughts are put on pause, because you realize you’ll go crazy if you continue to let them ruminate.

So more days, weeks, months, years go by. Your little girl is officially a sexual being now (not that she wasn’t in the first place). There are many things that have happened that she hasn’t told you. She’s had her first kiss, she has experienced much more than that…, and she has gone through heartbreak. Guys have treated her with disrespect– she walked away just like you told her to— though sometimes she didn’t acknowledge it soon enough. The first boy to see your little angel’s unclothed, uncovered, innocent, bare body, trivialized it by jerking off to porn the following night. That boy that gave her her first kiss also gave her her first heartbreak when he cheated on her with a sexy cheerleader while he was intoxicated at a high school party. She dated the nice guys, the good guys, the losers, the jerks, the jocks. She also found the love of her life along the way, who treats her well, loves her in every way possible, and brings out the best in her every day. He’s the boy she’s bringing to thanksgiving when she comes home during the break. Little do you know, he’s the one. He encapsulates everything you could have ever wished for in a man that would hold your daughters heart.

Now don’t feel too relieved, there was another who almost won her heart before she fell for your new potential son-in-law. With this other man, things appeared to be perfectly fine. He was successful and had a fairly good income. He knew that this beautiful girl was too good for him. Yet when a problem would arise, he would blame her, he’d go into denial and would never apologize for his actions. Sometimes he would apologize— but only when it benefited him. If they would have married, he would have barked the words “get out of MY house” when he was frustrated. He would say things to tear her down, not build her up. Any accomplishment of hers would be overlooked. When enraged, he’d bring fear into your little girl’s heart. She would run to the closest room and lock herself inside until he had calmed down. He’s the one who would have stormed out of the house at  2 am in the morning, slamming the door behind him, screeching the car tires as he peeled out of the drive way. He would have been the one to bring doubt, fear, and sadness to your little girl’s heart those nights, making her ask why she deserved this treatment.

No one “deserves” to be treated that way. In this alternate ending, your little girl just found herself in a bad situation. Could you have imagined though, the heartache you would have felt for your little girl if it had gone that way? Wouldn’t you have wanted to walk straight up to that evil man and look him right in the eye and tell him off? Tell him he doesn’t deserve someone as amazing and precious as your little girl?

What if I told you there is a simple way to make sure that this never happens to your daughter/ future daughter? No one would ever break the heart of your bundle of joy, and it involves only one simple task: Treat everyone else’s baby girls with care. That woman you slept with tonight, that girl you’ve been planning to bang, the girl you cheated on when you were younger, the girl you only intend to sleep with. All of them are someone’s baby girl. Treat them as so. If not, how would you ever expect someone else to treat your’s with the utmost care?

Muah ;* 

I just finished watching my guilty pleasure… “The bachelorette,” for the night, and I can truly say I wasn’t disappointed. It provided me with the entertainment of watching the drama, and classic, cheesy, cliché moves unfold. Though there were a few things that I particularly liked about this episode, that I haven’t seen in many other seasons of the show. Though kaitlyn has kissed nearly every guy on the show, almost all of these kisses have topped the past season’s kisses for the most adorable approach. One guy ended up having to go to the hospital (there was a boxing date… Enough said), but on his way back to the house, to rest, he asked if he could stop by where the group date was occurring, so he could see her for a few minutes. They were standing outside on the sidewalk, by the street, at night, and he was rambling. By the look in her eyes, you could tell she was hoping for him to kiss her. Though it wasn’t a super romantic set up for a first kiss to most, it was simple and perfect. But onto my favorite first kiss she’s had on the season… So on a different group date, all of the guys and her are hanging out, and this one guy takes her away (for short, I’ll call him Kentucky). He brings her to a cute little tucked away spot of the building. Then, without even saying a word, he brings his hand to her face, and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. This kiss wasn’t your typical first kiss… This was one that back in simpler times, she would have gone home and jumped on her bed squealing with joy about how amazing and intense it was. Now some of you may ask “how do you know she liked at much as you think?” Well I don’t know about you, but this is a pretty big sign that someone liked kissing you: the two of you part, and then they initiate another kiss seconds later, because they want more. There’s something about the bachelorette that always makes me want to kiss someone, so I decided I’m going to continue with this topic for the rest of the post.

Since I’ve already told you about my very first, first kiss, I’ve decided that instead of talking about first kisses I have had, I’ll just describe a few scenarios that would be perfect for my future first kisses to come. Perhaps you could use one of these scenarios for your next first kiss.

1. This first scenario includes walking around just hanging out, and then some way or another, whether trigged by the guy trying to display his strength, or the girl challenging him to, he ends up picking her up. Now don’t get confused, I’m not talked about piggy back rides, or bridal style, I’m talking about when he picks you up, you wrap your legs around him, and he effortlessly cradles his hands below your butt to hold you up. There is also another variation, where instead of being modest about it, the guy places his hands directly on your butt (it depends on how forward he wants to be with it). In this position, your faces are so close, that the tension will possibly cause him to become aroused… That would make the position even better, honestly…. Then of course, the first kiss would unfold from there.

2. “Listen to this.” I don’t know why it’s never been done, but hopefully some day, someone will do this. One of you is listening to music and headphones while you’re hanging out with one another. The setting would most likely be a couch or bed… The one with the headphones in offers an earbud to the other, and they begin to listen to a really good song (most likely some form of mood music. The songs will differ for each individual couple). As they’re getting into the song, the begin to make eye contact, with the exception of when their eyes gaze down at each other’s lips. Both lean in, and begin to passionately kiss one another. The guy grabs the hips of the girl, and lifts her onto his lap, to straddle him. They make out in this position, while continuing to listen to the song. 

At the moment, those are the two scenarios I would personally enjoy for a first kiss. If any of you have any ideas for a first kiss scenario, I’d love to hear them in the comments. 

Oxcytocin 

The other day I made a list of the things that make me happy. At the moment it is small, but I’m going to continue to add things when they come to mind. One actually just came to mind, but it may or may not be the subject of this post: indulging in physical affection. In my definition, physical affection can range from cuddling, kissing, fondling (ehh that’s a strange word, let’s go with groping), making out, etc. All of these things bring me a lot of happiness, because they’re very fun… As humans, we crave these things… Generally… And when we’re deprived of them, we begin to feel withdrawal. Well I do at least…

Currently my oxytocin levels are dropping quickly, and I’m beginning to feel the affects. Though I would love to be indulging in this side of me way more than I have been for the past few months, I think the fast from the physical part of relationships is good for me in a way. Lately I’ve felt my senses are heightened, and I believe there may be a correlation between the two. I’m not sure how many of you have used this particular object, but I’m going to use it as an example anyway… You know those head massaging things? They tickle like crazy, and the sensation is kind of orgasmic? Well I’m not sure how many of you overdosed on the feeling of the thing until you nearly desensitized yourself from it… But I almost did. So going with that thought, I think that indulging in physical desires too much can cause the sensations to eventually dull into a numb feeling. Though, if you reverse that, and deprive yourself from physical desires for a while, I think you’re more sensitive to even the slightest touch. When I say my sensations are heightened, I also mean my hearing, and every other sense I have (smelling, sight, etc), along with touch. A few weeks ago, one night, I was laying in bed in total darkness, watching a thunderstorm. I may or may not have written about this… my memory is failing me. While I was listening, seeing, and sensing every action of the storm, my senses were going crazy. Every inch of my body reacted to the sight and sound of the lightning, thunder, and rain. It was quite miraculous how such a simple storm could evoke such a reaction from my body. 

Though I love having such heightened senses, I would risk lowering them for a nice dose of oxytocin. I watched my favorite movie today called “how to lose a guy in ten days,” and it reminded me of just how amazing physical affection is. When watching this movie, I was reminded of the electric passion in a kiss, the connection that occurs as two tongues dance with one another, intermingling, bringing both a euphoric sensation as the dance goes on. How a simple embrace can cause you to melt into one another, feeling every inch of each other’s bodies pressed against each other, begging to be closer. How a gaze can elicit desire and interest, without a word needing to be spoken. And how the sensation of your lover’s lips running along your skin can drive your senses wild. 
Well, looks like physical affection became the topic. Though all I was aiming to do, was to mention those two things that make me happy. The first being physical affection, and the second is watching chick flicks/ my favorite movie (how to lose a guy in 10 days). 

The therapy of writing

At the moment I don’t feel all that well. My motivation is stifled because I’ve allowed myself to slip into a downward spiral of emotions. Earlier today I read about strange things our bodies do everyday, two of them were blink, and cry. In the mini article it talked about how crying was good for you. So I’m giving it a whirl. Maybe I can cleanse these odd emotions out with some tears. Now typically I would see these as happy tears if I were to be cleansing my emotions with a nice cry, but these aren’t happy tears… I feel a little alone at the moment… I know it may seem ridiculous to some and some may say we should all be able to find solace within ourselves, but for the time being I’m lacking that kind of strength. I can’t muster the courage to brave through it alone any longer. So as my own way of therapy, I’m going to write about one of the reasons as to why I’ve found myself in this lonely state. 

Throughout my life I’ve found myself loosing touch with people, and mutually drifting out of one another’s lives. Generally it’s worked quite well for me because I’ve found more meaningful connections by letting nature take its course. Although I’ve found myself in a little dilemma… I don’t lack a supply of people to talk to or reach out to in times of loneliness, but I’ve recently kept to myself because I find no fulfillment in any of these friendships. I have an amazing best friend and I wouldn’t trade her for the world, but at times I wish I would have found a best-guy-friend along the way. 
I have come close twice in my life… Both times letting them slip away. 
Ironically both of the guys were scorpios… (For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, Scorpio is a zodiac sign). 
The first one was dating my friend at the time and continued to make passes at me… So basically the drama that ensued caused the splitting of ties. 
On the other hand, I recently drifted out of the life of the second Scorpio. He and I had amazing conversations, but he wanted me, and I was uncertain about him. When I looked at it objectively, I realized that if I dated him, it would be because of his mind, not the entire package. I didn’t like his lifestyle, nor did I find him all that attractive. He wasn’t ugly, because I honesty don’t think anyone in this world is ugly. We’re all someone’s idea of perfection. He just wasn’t my type. Now I know you’re all probably furiously typing away in the comments about to tell me off for being superficial, but I’d like to explain myself first. I think there are different levels and statuses for people in your life for this very scenario. You have the highest tier, which is who you choose to be your significant other. Ideally this person is supposed to possess mind, body, and spirit/soul (so they turn you on both sexually and mentally, and dazzle you with their unique soul). Your next tier is best/ good friends. Ideally they just don’t do it for you physically, but you enjoy their company and conversation. Lastly, you have the people who aren’t all that consistent in any of these areas, and we rate them as acquaintances. 
This guy friend of mine fell into the second category, as a good, maybe even best, friend. It was apparent that deep inside, he wanted more. He continued to try to further things. He gave me a rose, and I handed it back, and I told him that he deserved a girl who could be his valentine on Valentine’s Day, and that I just wasn’t the girl for him. I began to taper off my conversations with him, to try to ween him off the thought of me. I didn’t want him to continue pursuing me, knowing that he could spend that time finding who he’s supposed to be with, so I eventually stopped talking to him all together. 
Now you’re probably ferociously typing a comment about how evil I am for hurting this guy and ignoring him… Yes it isn’t the nicest way to do things, but I had indicated things were coming to a close, and just a few weeks ago, he sent me a goodbye text, telling me about the positive things in his life. He found a girl who is like him. That was my goal. I believe he’s better off without me, but sometimes I miss having an interesting conversation waiting just around the corner if I chose to peak. 
He was the closest thing I’ve had to a male best friend, and for that I’m grateful towards him. 
You may be wondering why I brought these two guys up, so now I’ll explain. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed a common theme, but I just realized there is one. Neither of these guys were ever setting out to have a purely platonic thing with me. No guy really ever has… And it is kind of unsettling in a way. I’ve retracted from all of these people, because I don’t feel I can talk to them without them trying to get to know my body more, not my mind. At the moment there is only one guy who I want to know my body more (and mind of course), and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t but a clue, but maybe he’ll catch on if I keep giving hints… 
But it’s not even the fact that the guys wanted my body that put me off, it was that that is how they began to interact with me. Let me clarify a bit more… It’s as though two bodies were trying to have a conversation. Now as far as body language goes, you can have a pretty damn good conversation if there’s chemistry, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the simplicity in which we begin to view things when we’re caught up in overwhelming attraction and lust. It’s a little distracting I’ll admit, but these guys don’t even attempt to have a real conversation, it just feels as though they think boring conversation is the eventual lubricant that will bring about a furtherance of any physical thing between them and me…. 
Now I don’t want interesting and sexy guys I know to get the wrong idea… I’m not talking about you guys. If you are able to admire my mind, soul, sexuality, and body, then take me at your will… Not literally exactly… But if you can sense I’m feeling something as well, or giving you signals, go for it, and don’t miss the signal like Ted did with Robin. (HIMYM reference to their first kiss… If you didn’t know who I was talking about).
Readers who stuck through this entire post, I’m glad to say I’m feeling a lot better. Writing is my therapy, and this post was just what I needed. I know it appears a little bipolar since I went from sad to happy within the time it took to write this, but maybe writing is truly just that therapeutic. 

lustful daydreams

Objective observance of a body cannot simply be done if you admire the soul it envelopes. To see that such a spectacular soul comes along with a perfect body is a remarkable sight. Simply interacting with them and then unexpectedly noticing a flash of their skin exposed is enough to trigger the thoughts in your mind to run wild. You envision your hands running along that perfect form, memorizing the indentations that comprise their torso. The feeling of the beautiful skin under your lips, as you trace your mouth along every inch, appreciating their body. But that’s hasty thinking, you’ve gone too far, and you’ve already sexualized them in your mind. So you refrain from envisioning anymore, in order to not taint your image of them. Your thoughts take control once more, and coincidently recall the sight of the hair that leads to an enticing view that you can only imagine. With this comes even more images of the flawless perfection you’ve only had glimpses of, and your mind attempts to imagine the rest. Your mind takes you on a wonderful journey as your thoughts transcend into a daydream. In that moment, everything and anything is possible, and you picture all of the things you would love to do with that body, but you wouldn’t dare propose in reality.
It’s a familiar struggle that every male and female goes through as they begin to “catch feelings.” Whether they be purely physical, emotional, or mental, they manifest them self in a familiar fashion. The unrequited daydreams are reminders of the currently unattainable.