That rings true to my butt!!!

Some people say this blog is outrageously sexy, borderline dirty…not sure what’s wrong with them, clearly they can’t see beneath the clothes and gather the true naked purity. Seriously.

So what was I pondering about writing about today? Nakedness? Clearly. Big butts? Absolutely.

Actually, I was planning to write about sex drive. Or well, not really. More like chemistry (I once turned something on fire in high school. Never do chemistry with a blonde. In fact, we were two blondes. Never do chemistry with two blondes.). My intention was not to blog about chemistry that involves rocket fuel and other explosives though (never did keep my attention), but chemistry between men and women. That always got my attention. Or more like it: got me distracted from everything else.

I was just chatting to a friend and we were discussing…men. So I was telling her that as soon as there’s chemistry I go for that. I fall for that. It’s like my wants are totally mis-wired. I don’t focus on whether the guy shows up for me, or not. It’s just the connection, the ability to talk, laugh… – our personalities match in such a way that I have a chemical reaction. Well I have chemical reactions to blooming chocolate too and I have no intention of marrying a chocolate bar.

And then there’s the next part of the chemical reaction – how my brain reacts. Now this is a total misfire because my brain decides it’s time to impress. It doesn’t understand the concept of just being. It has to “be” what he wants. But I wanna be loved for being me, not for doing a blowjob upside down whilst also managing to paint like Da Vinci with my feet. Simultaneously. Painting an orgasm.

And it doesn’t end there. To topple it off my brain decides (without asking my permission) that it must not have emotions (or at least confess to having them). That would be totally catastrophical. You must flirt. You must impress. You must be sexy and sassy and totally everything you could ever think a woman should be…just not emotional. That would scare men away. And if nothing else, it would mean you are weak (if he doesn’t like you that might mean something to you and he might figure that out and that would like be humiliating. Like you’re not good enough? Although that’s not true. You know that. Only your ego doesn’t know that and will have a fit, unless you manage to disconnect it and start living from the heart…mhm.). You have a romance bone (the size of the Mississippi river) in your body. You are a silly romantic. Disastrous. So in other words you are trying to hook a man by not having emotions, meaning you want to marry a man who dislikes emotions and so you can never show your love? Then you will be pushed away if you do show love (story of my life). That’s…that’s highly intelligent. Or you both have emotions but can’t show them. Oh the joy of that relationship.

What do I want from a man? A man who’s totally grounded, living from the heart. Has his confidence in his heart, not his ego. A man that sees life for what it is, yet creates from his imagination. A free spirit. A man connected to nature somehow. A man who cares about you and shows up for you. Who does random acts of kindness for you. A real man, who is also a romantic. A naughty man in the bedroom. A playful, outrageously sexy and curious man who dares to love you with all his heart. Someone who has your best intentions at heart and will always be there to clearly communicate how he sees your relationship and even if something goes wrong, would never fail to be there as one human being to another. And that’s when you realize that your strategy for getting the man you truly want is so far out in Tyrannosaurus Rex land that you should have been extinguished by now. And come to think of it you are. You are single. Your genes aren’t going to be brought forward. And your grandma is going to have a fit after praying for a miracle for the last ten years about you finally settling down. Oupsidaisy.

The fact is, we all have a couple of weird ass patterns we act out. I’m not particularly keen on my own, because they mean I attract people and situations that don’t reflect my heart. But the more I grow, the more I learn to value my own beauty, my own heart, the closer I get to living my dreams. Yes, it’s scary because it feels vulnerable, but it puts you in a lot less vulnerable position than when you act out someone you aren’t to “protect yourself” (usually without even realizing) and you end up in places you never wished to be.

I dare myself every day now to let go of these patterns and not have to be anything and instead just being. It feels really strange and I can’t say I don’t fall back into wanting to impress at times, but I feel so much freer.

Whoever you are, whatever path you are on…don’t give in to chemical reactions. They are only chemical reactions (I’m talking about the ones happening in our brain and make you want to act out strange patterns). Always keep asking what rings true to your heart. Let your heart be your guiding compass.

It’s all about what’s going on underneath the clothes guys. All about the heart. Not dirty enough for you? Well I apologize, but underneath my hooker boots (had to dump those in London) and short leather skirts, I tend to bake pancakes and get ridiculously excited about eco-friendly house holding tips. I do not apologize if I ruined your fantasy (…which was truly my fantasy, my idea of whom I should be…and I do still like hooker boots and leather skirts, I must say. So long as they aren’t a cover for another part of me that I don’t dare show.). I’m proud of my little heart, as you should be of yours! (OK, so that’s potentially a corny sentence, but it’s true, hey?!)

(If you thought this post was going to be about anal sex I must apologize for the misconception. I’m sure you’ll find something that’s about anal sex in the archives though. Metaphorically speaking. Naturally. Actually no – once I blogged about it not metaphorically speaking and I remember this because it’s one of my fav blogs of all time...I feel like a change…maybe I should become a lesbian???)

I want those jeans! And I want that photographer to take a picture like that of me! Hot damn!

Would you like to get naked my dear???

Would you like to get naked? You see, I have developed this new concept of nakedness. All you have to do is strip your clothes off and your life is transformed. Forever. Just ask that guy who saw that girl naked and life was never the same again…suddenly he was having SEX all the time…

I don’t know how many times I’ve read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. Many times. There is this idea put forward if you so like, saying that we are scared of going after our dreams because we do not know if they will be all we’ve imagined. So sometimes our dream is right in front of us and we do not touch it. Because we want to keep the dream.

Other times I find the dream is all around us, but we still somehow manage to avoid it, because we do not give of ourselves to it. We don’t pour all our love and hard work into something, because we are scared we will fail. We leave a little bit of room for failure, a little room to say we didn’t do our best anyway, so if it fails, well it wasn’t because we were incapable it was because of time, or money, or whatever else.

There are yet other times when we are living the dream without really living it at all – we really fucking go for it, but our heart is closed, because we are afraid if we open it and we do not get the end result we dream of, then we will break our own heart. We don’t trust. It’s kind of like living in a glass cube where you do everything, but don’t truly feel it. It’s like banging someone without stopping to feel…it’s being aloof to our own senses, scared that if we invest them we may feel pain.

Another version of not trusting is “keeping our options open” – we invest some time and energy, we think we are truly exploring something, but we don’t surrender to the moment, we always keep a little bit of focus somewhere else. And when things don’t work out we think we were really clever for not surrendering… It’s like putting your toes in the water, thinking you swam and then wondering why you didn’t get anywhere, or felt the beauty of the ocean all around you. Yeah, I wonder why?

The ego is a tricky bitch. It will lure us away from what we love in so many different ways and we won’t even notice it unless we open our heart so that we can truly feel what resonates with us. I always compare it to having sex versus making love. How often do we slow down and feel, totally feel another person’s energy and truly explore their taste, smell and touch? I mean there are a great deal of sensations going on during sex, totally overwhelming, just like life unless you slow down and allow yourself to open your heart to it. Feel it. Explore it. Taste it. Lovingly play with it.

To fully explore you have to be fully open and surrender. To do so you have to fully trust. Trust yourself. Trust your own heart.

I find it a challenge to live my heart fully every day without hold backs. To give without analyzing. To surrender to every moment. To be fully present with those I love. To be fully present with strangers, whether I like them, or not. I have chased my dreams all over the world without ever surrendering and actually living the dream. I still have nightmares about trying to find my home in the Hollywood Hills. It’s the only place I have felt at home you see, but as I started having those dreams and wondering whether it is right to be here and blah, blah…I stopped living. Instead of focusing on my life I started thinking about what everyone else is doing and what the right choice is…my heart chose Cape Town. I want to surrender to the city to truly explore it. My heart sings for this place and my work here, yet it’s so easy to get sidetracked by obstacles…as soon as you have a fight with your boyfriend there’s an obstacle. Potential pain. And if you always run to a new guy…when will you ever discover love?

I’m scared. I’m scared of not meeting enough people and making enough friends. I’m scared of spending Christmas and New Year’s by myself. I’m scared of my economical situation, although that’s looking up. I’m scared of running into danger. I’m scared of failing with what I love most – the projects in Cape Town working in the townships and with film. I’m scared of never finding/recognizing/finding but not being loved by my soulmate (due to ego blockages). I’m fucking petrified already. But I like this town. I have a funny feeling I will come to love it.

I don’t have a return ticket. I think somewhere, that’s where my mind needs to be also. To relax into the city. To feel it. To explore it. To make love to it. To surrender and open my heart to it. That’s my dream. To live life like that. Naked. To live that presently with an open heart, receiving and giving love freely. And it would be nice to be with a man who did the same.

That’s my proposal for a naked lifestyle. I think I will need to sell the concept: better results in life than with Tony Robbins…quick, only $0.99 for one blog that will change your life! The bottom line? Get undressed!!!

Definitively time to get naked…whoop, whoop!

Through making love, we experience love…

People are people through other people, so an Ubuntu saying goes. I find this an absolutely beautiful take on life and have many times blogged about how we experience ourselves through others. Through others we get to laugh, feel their touch on our skin, see our own beauty and marvel in friendship. In one way you could say that you learn through others who you are. Yet, who we are is not always experienced by others, or even ourselves.

It’s so easy to believe what others say about us, how they react to us and so on, but really, they are part of that reaction. If they are looking at us through their ego, rather than their heart, what they will see is rather different from what their heart would see. And if they are looking at our ego rather than our heart they will also form a very different opinion of us than if they were looking at our heart. Of course they can look at us with their heart, see our heart, but also acknowledg that we are acting out our ego.

We choose every day how we view ourselves – whether from the ego, or the heart. We also choose if we act out our ego, or our heart. When we look at others we choose to see their ego, or their heart and react to them with our ego, or our heart. Sometimes we look at people’s heart, but as they keep responding to life with their ego it can be frustrating watching them, even though of course how they live is up to them and truly, if you are only viewing them from the heart probably all you do is love and let go.

I have had a few ego reactions lately and I started laughing at myself this morning when I realized it doesn’t matter what other people do, or say, so long as I stay true to my heart, the right people will connect with me and form the right kind of relationships with me. For example, let’s use my favourite love and sex metaphors…say you are dating someone and sometimes they live their ego, sometimes their heart. One night this friend of theirs, whom you know likes them, keeps flirting with them. Now, you can either try to control the situation by getting your partner out-of-the-way, or start flirting with them yourself so that their ego recognizes the wonderful qualities of yours as you shake your butt very impressively on the dance floor. You could also walk away whimpering thinking whoever got your partner’s attention is superior to you and you are completely unloveable. Or you can just be a living expression of your heart, connecting with theirs if it is open and leaving it if it is not. If one of your hearts is not open the relationship, in a sense, is dead. There might still be a foundation for it, you might have had your hearts open at various points, but as it stands that’s it. You can keep a relationship together for a lifetime with your egos, but in my mind that’s still a dead relationship.

As I see it, if you live with an open heart and the person you are dating is living mainly from their ego, making ego choices, you won’t wish to be with them anyway. If on the other hand they live from the heart and they choose to flirt with someone else, then they are not for you, as their heart is not resonating with yours. Of course, some people choose to have their hearts open to everybody, not just socially but also sexually. That’s a choice each individual needs to make and be honest with their partner about.

Now that’s just a metaphor, but I believe it applies to many, many situations in life and in the relationships with all those around us work wise and socially as well. We often hold onto things that don’t ring true because of our ego and let go of others for the same reason. When the ego starts choosing our dates, our work and how we live our day-to-day life, even our family life, things start to jar, we feel fear and the need to control ourselves and others. Our self-confidence may very well drop, because we are going after things that don’t truly resonate with us and hence we create havoc along the way and get rejected, or live successfully but without fulfilment. And when you aren’t fulfilled you feel jealousy towards those who seem to be, sometimes wishing to be like them, whereas truly fulfilment comes from living your heart.

My wish to control situations slowly evaporated as I became aware that the only control I need to exercise is to constantly stay tuned with my heart. That’s something I have to remind myself of daily though.

It has long since been my belief that if I live my bare heart, the right people will connect to it and magic will happen. In other words: be a living expression of your heart and your life will become one too.

A lot of things happen below the surface, especially if your heart is not worn on the sleeve…

Red for passion, pain and priumph…

Very first time sex, first time biking, first time skating…they pretty much all end up with…blood. First time swimming…you sank like a stone, didn’t you? I don’t know about you but I have found with the years that many first time things, such as first time dates, first days at work and first time sex don’t always give the right impression. First impressions last…well, I’m not so sure.

Do you think you have good judgement? I think I have excellent judgement. In my 30 years I have, maybe once, liked someone from day one that I then ended up falling for. Once. Oftentimes I’ve wanted to punch them in the face for no reason. Then again, maybe I was right, because nothing lasted…but then the one I fell for immediately didn’t either. What I am trying to say is that first impressions are often like an apple: it can look shiny on the outside, but be rotten on the inside. Your intuition may be able to tell you so, or some small, small sign of warning, but it’s unlikely you pick up on it if you are excited, hungry, busy, stressed, tired, over joyed, or any other anything that disrupts an empty mind. Similarly, an apple with bit of a brown patch on the skin, can be utterly scrumptiously delicious.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this: slow down. Empty your mind before you make decisions. And once you’ve made them, give it time. How long does it take to become an athlete? How long does it take to compose music like Mozart? How long did it take before you could bike, or swim? I remember learning to bike – I was black, blue and my knees were in a state of red mess, but it took me an evening and I was biking. In blissful joy. My bruises made me proud. Keeping it up, when I had fallen over so many times, made me proud. I took pride in putting in the effort to reach my desired result. Be smart – learn how to do things the easiest way (intuition and knowledge), but realize that to get up a hill…you gonna have to climb it…like you climb any good man, or woman.

I’m sure that you check your mobile apps, eat a sandwich and walk to work at the same time, whilst avoiding any traffic hazard you encounter…let’s face it: you are used to multi-tasking and living in what can only be called an ADD culture, but some things take time. And they deserve time. People set up companies, fall in love and enrol in difficult courses at uni thinking it will be a breeze. They hit one obstacle, or get one bad feeling and they are gone. It’s uncomfortable, so they leave. They don’t slow down, check what’s truly going on inside (i.e. what unconscious thoughts and feelings have gotten triggered – if you fail one thing and feel worthless, you may decide to stop at whatever you are doing to stop feeling worthless…but in reality you just failed a test, you aren’t worthless, that’s something you made up), empty their mind and let their intuition guide them. Nor do they realize that it may take a few attempts before the discomfort disappears and they are sailing full speed ahead.

Have you ever heard any of your friends (well, maybe men don’t talk like this, no clue, but women talk sex) say: “OMG I have been dating this guy for about three weeks now, I really like him, he totally turns me on in every way and then we had sex for the first time yesterday and it was appalling, so I can’t wait to do it again and again, until we become orgasmic sexperts!!! I’m so excited!” Or “We’ve been in a four year relationship, things are starting to slow down a bit, you know. Get a bit routine, boring. I’m soooo excited because this is just the wake up call I needed to add some spice both into my life AND the relationship.” Didn’t hear that? Me neither. Nor have I heard of many people going on a bad first date and being excited about giving it a second go. Especially not myself. I’m the one date queen. What’s more, I haven’t really heard of many people having first time sex, or going on a first date thinking they weren’t excited, anxious, or wanting to impress, but rather totally grounded and intuitive, living their greatness. In other words: they weren’t really in the best state of mind for making decisions…but they probably made one, or two (I’ll see you again/I’ll have sex with you again OR I won’t see you again/I won’t have sex with you again).

I’m sure we have all encountered situations where it’s pretty damn obvious that we will, under no circumstance date, or have sex with someone again, or whatever it is we did (some mistakes you truly only wanna make once and sometimes you do truly know with your heart you don’t want it again), all I’m saying is: slow down, take your time, explore and use your intuition to make your decisions. And remember that learning to swim takes time and learning to bike even gives you bruises. Just like that great sex you had the other day…  (Have you ever had that awkward moment when someone asked you what a very awkward positioned bruise was all about? Mmmm, awkwardly great, aren’t they?)

Red hot…

Sex…yes, no, wait, maybe?!?!

The place was cozy – big colorful cushions, lanterns reflecting all kinds of colors, the lights not too intruding, but rather husky and comforting and the place itself small enough to host only a dozen tables, with people sitting on sofas rather than chairs. It was a Lebanese restaurant with that typical feel of the Middle East, or Morocco. It’s the kind of place you can find in London if you manage to find the small door leading in there, in an otherwise over crowded neighborhood filled with people, bars and bike cabs. It was in other words a perfectly normal place in a perfectly normal town on a perfectly normal Saturday night. Apart from being 2012 no one was predicting the end of the world that particular night.

Even though no one had predicted the end of the world, I decided to bring it up….potentially influenced by my own blogs and thoughts from last week. I mean, why not? So, sitting sipping tea in SoHo with my friend I decided to ask him what he would do if this was either our only night together, or the last night of our lives? What would be different, if anything? Does circumstance really affect us? Would we run around town, sing along with the clocks of the Big Ben, dance like crazy people in night clubs, or just sit there sipping wine and tea?

Well, you know, the answer is of course, after exhausting our phone books with “I love you” calls, we’d have sex. I mean, wouldn’t you? OK, maybe not with anyone, but you know what I mean?! Attractive single friend, last night of the world…I think that’s when the phrase “I’m easy” is perfectly suitable. I mean are you gonna play difficult if you have 24hrs to live? I kinda reserve that to the rest of my life. And that’s just it. I do play it very difficult at times.

Normally I only say yes to challenges; things that force me to run after them, solving problems along the way and what have you. Things that keep my mind busy and give me enough adrenaline kicks to keep me going. Things that keep me engaged and constantly addicted to victory; to winning a fight. If something is served on a plate I refuse to eat it, because I sit contemplating all the other things I could eat if I wasn’t eating that. Besides, just chewing what’s served on a plate in front of you doesn’t come with any adrenaline kicks, or the sweet smell of victory either.

Of course when it comes to men it’s not all about challenges – there are also the men who make you surrender without you lifting a finger. I have been known to fall for a few of those. The kind whose power over you (plain masculine force that is) is stronger than your power to say no…and suddenly you surrender and it’s the best feeling in the world…as you are as high as anything on some sort of hormonal kick. Only you kind of forgot to check what you were surrendering to, so you end up heartbroken all the same.

So my conclusion after a night in SoHo that didn’t turn out to be the end of the world is that…well I have to start saying maybe to things. Even if the platter is served rather than me chasing it up the Himalayan mountains, I’m gonna have to try. Close my eyes, take a bite and see what happens, instead of fretting about all the other available plates out there. I have to surrender to the moment as if it was the last night of the world. I have to let go of my own inhibitions, fears and what have you and allow myself to enjoy what is. Besides, taking one bite doesn’t mean you have to commit to something for a lifetime. It’s just one bite. And really if you don’t take a bite you will never know what you could be missing out on…whereas I never take a bite thinking I’ll be missing out on everything else. (And this goes for everything in life, men is just one part of it…and as for men: taking a bite does not mean having sex people…explore the possibility and the energy between you and potential dates, yes. And let’s face it: energy is important. Look into David Deida’s work if you want to know what I mean. However, I’m still convinced that if you go for sex first you may fall more in love with your own hormones than the person at hand. My conclusion that the only way of knowing if someone is right for you is if you long to spend your time with them all the time, still stands. If you aren’t best friends, what’s the point?)

I’ve simply decided to take control over my own heart and surrender to goodness. The time has come to give myself my own adrenaline kicks rather than waiting for surroundings, or men, to provide them for me. Because when you surrender to the moment is when you start to truly live. It’s hard. It’s fucking hard to surrender to anything because of fears, what ifs and opportunity cost (especially opportunity cost)…but it’s the only way to reach bliss. Hopefully there will still be some force though. Masculine energy is so kind of like indulgent if you know what I mean…

A dragon, or a fierce lover??? You choose…

Today I’m going to talk about dragons and fairy tales, but bear (I always write bare…it’s the nature of the blog…baring ones soul, or else I just talk about sex too much, but I prefer the first explanation…) with me as there is a point and I haven’t just lost my head to a Prince Charming…

So about dragons: Sometimes I think the fairy tales about women in towers guarded by dragons are simply women guarded by their own dragon, trained to keep evil at bay, but by now mistaking everything for evil. Hence, only the man who silences the dragon wins the heart. Sadly if this is the case, anyone with force can enter. A real woman controls her own dragon – opening the gates to the man who will respect her heart and whose heart she respects. Of course any man wanting to enter will have to fight the dragon though, if so just for a while to prove himself worthy of the heart. Men sometimes get confused and start fighting for any heart they can’t have, so you have to make sure he’s really fighting for you. In other words: give him a run for his money.

We all have dragons in our heart in one way or another – they sit there moaning about the bad, fearing the good in case it isn’t good enough and generally trying to protect us from everything by warning us about one hundred and one different things at the same time. They are the what ifs and the watch outs and the buts (I could have that hot butt, but…). They distract us from everything and stop us from enjoying what could have been, had we allowed it.

It’s so easy to think what if? When you aren’t involved in something you think what if that would have been the solution? When you are involved in something you think what if things go wrong? And when things go wrong, because they always do to some extent, you have to know you really want to be there and happily work to sort it out. This is where many people get lost – they move from one thing to another, because as soon as they hit a wall, they leave. Or they simply never get involved enough in the first place to stay – they never allow themselves to love and let go, so they never feel a deep attachment and the glorious happiness that comes when you love like a fool. And “like a fool” simply because you have given up every reservation and completely dedicated your heart…only it feels more like you opened it and magic happened.

A healthy, happy person knows that if something crashes and burns, they will rise from the ashes. They are willing though, after looking at something with an open heart listening to the wisdom of the heart, to invest their all should the investment be wise. They know that they have the go ahead from their heart, not from an over excited state of mind, so they are at peace investing themselves.

When wise people immerse themselves in something, they do so without losing their head and their footing in the world. They are not a teenager in love, but they love as fiercely as a teenager would, with the heart and soul of an adult. They know things can go wrong and they will come out OK should that be the case, but their focus, once invested, is on the good and how to continuously build that.

To let go and fully enjoy something; to learn to build the positive aspects of whatever it is, is a true gift and it means that you fully embrace what you have. You start enjoying it. You start putting in a positive effort to make it even better. You get excited when there is a problem, because there will be a thrill solving it. Things may still go wrong to the point where you know it’s time to quit and hell, it’s 2012 – the whole world might go under, but to know if it could work, you have to give your all.

Commitment sounds boring. I think it sounds terribly boring in fact. To me it sounds much better to say: I have a dream. If you have a dream to set up a company, to have great loving passionate relationship, to build a house, to do whatever it is you want to do…then you have to give your all for it to work. You decide that’s what it is you are going to do, then you leave the reservations somewhere else and give your heart and soul to the project at hand. It will grow exponentially because all of you and all your love is invested in it. If you say you’re gonna give it a go and stir it with your pinkie whilst thinking about everything that could go wrong and all the other things you could be doing, all the other wo/men you could be shagging…it won’t have a chance. You will never feel the joy of it overtaking your heart. Of it building until it becomes the most fabulous thing. Of it making you extraordinarily happy.

It’s really quite weird, because to go for anything is a sacrifice, because you leave everything else, at the same time, without making that sacrifice you will never achieve the greatness of love.

For anything in your life to happen, unless it’s something you are forced into, you have to allow it. In fact, even if you are forced into something, it will never make you happy, unless your heart and soul accepts it. Sometimes, a bit of a force though, shocks the system and you open the gates involuntarily, but you can’t hope that someone will steal your heart, or force you to build your dream. If you want something, you tame your own dragon and get ready to fight all the other people’s dragons you will meet along the way. There’s a thrill in fighting for your dream, you just have to decide it’s worth the fight and be open enough to know when it’s time to quit, should it not be the right fight you’re fighting.

Go on gladiators….attack!!!!!

I think I choose the fierce lover over the dragon…don’t you?

Keep calm and love erections…

I’m so stoked. I’ve discovered silly romance. I can’t get away from loving sharp sexiness and no matter how much I try I can’t stop myself from writing sexy headlines that make me burst into laughter (when serious boys make serious comments about them I don’t laugh so much, hence why I sometimes try putting a restraining order on myself…but it usually lasts for an hour until I find something else that makes me burst into laughter…) and I don’t take teddy bears too seriously…but I’ve decided to give love a go. For a month (at least) I’m gonna cross my own comfort zones and do and say all those cheesy things I feel. I mean I already do that, but there’s a difference when you actively pursue something. I’m now pursuing romance. Not just the boy meets girl kind (I’m still waiting for a boy, so we can cute meet, as they say in the film industry) but in general just allowing myself to give of myself entirely without the need of perfection when doing so. And love. Just love. A hell with perfection. Hello heart. And hello giving of heart.

It’s like, you love erections if you’re a woman, right? I mean if you love the man, perverts be gone. Even so giving a man you love an erection can be quite nervwrecking. I mean there are different ways of giving a man an erection and some, can be quite easy, no fuss. Men are after all quite easy to please. Put your hand there. Right. Easy. Now, if you really love someone though, you may want to give him something more than that, you may want to really show your enthusiasm and do a striptease, or tie him up in bed and paint him with chocolate….and quite a few things can go wrong in such scenarios… (Darling, I’m stuck in my dress…erm, could you help me out?) It used to freak me out. I’m not perfect. I might get the moves wrong. Yet, what we love isn’t perfection. Perfection is an image on a screen. Love is what we feel when we laugh together, cry together and truly connect with someone. We love them because we get them, we feel them, we know them. We don’t love plastic dolls because even though they are perfect we don’t connect with them.

When someone shows you just how much they love your tits and ass, or erection, so if they can’t pull off the perfect striptease, we love it. The sexy bit is their willingness to show their sexiness with you (given you are compatible. I’m sure we’ve all encountered people we erm weren’t compatible with and he looked at you, you looked at him, both thinking “you suck..” …and you weren’t gonna suck it, let’s just put it that way…). So anyway, with a gorgeous person, your enthusiasm for their erection will be sufficient to make their heart go boom. Share of yourself. Give of yourself. It’s the most precious gift you have.

The divine sexlife…

A bit of a pretentious headline mayhaps? But then again I guess I always saw the divine and everything else as one, or at least the possibility to experience the divine as part of life on Earth. Follow the divine in your heart and miracles will follow. That’s how I feel about it.

I also believe that the carnal enables the divine, rather than the opposite way around, if and only if, you are driven by love. We have been blessed by five very physical senses and those enable us to feel the pleasure of life on a carnal plane. I believe that’s divine.

If, on the other hand, carnal desires rule you, they will destroy your pleasure because it will be filled with guilt. If I eat chocolate because I love it, I will eat just enough to feel satisfied. If I eat it to suppress something else, I won’t enjoy it as something else is bugging me and the likelihood is that I will overeat and feel guilt as it isn’t serving my body, my temple on Earth. If I want sex and just sex it’s like having sex with only five of a hundred emotions possible, whereas if you look for the divine in sex and the person you are with, if there is love, so for a stranger, that’s very, very different. If you see the divine within it I mean.

Most of us are quite numb to love and the divine as we are busy surviving, our focus entirely on the plane of the carnal. Society teaches us a path that is often very harsh, very numbing. Life seems hard, unfair and very frightening. Moving forward together in love and light…well that sounds like a hippie phrase, not based in reality. Co-operation across the globe for a better tomorrow seems far fledged when people debate the size of cucumbers allowed across borders and shoot others because 2000 years ago there was a division of the land. People are brought up with a mentality that doesn’t necessarily focus on worshipping the divine in life and each other.

I came across this article today, which inspired this post. I didn’t really come across it. It was more like shoved in my face by my best friend. It’s about worshipping the divine in women, the feminine. Although you probably all know by now that I can’t stand the talk that the feminine is superior to the masculine, as we all have superior qualities and balance between the two is my personal theory of superiority (yin and yang), I do love this article. It’s a bit long and winding, but it has a few points, the main being that within a woman there is the sacred feminine. in her core. For a man to reach there, there are a few gates he has to pass through. He has to have the patience and the willingness to get there. In the same way I believe there is a way to the masculine divinity within a man.

I also believe the article touches upon another great point, namely that in each thing, each being, there is a teacher, or a source of wisdom, if you are only willing to learn. A tree will speak to me if I study it, as will a man. And I don’t mean speak in words, but by observing we will learn. We will learn what makes a tree strong. We will learn what makes a man strong. In the same way we will learn what will break a tree and what will break a man. Sometimes it’s good to be like the tree, sometimes it’s good to be like the man. And maybe, just maybe, if you listen to your own heart it will tell you the same tales through your sixth sense if you are open and loving. I believe love protects you and guides you.

To have the patience to enter the divine in each being, in each thing, is a blessing. It’s a blessing because you will discover a world of beauty and magic. It takes a lot of patience though. A lot of silent belief in each and everything. Personally, whether I am trying to get to know a dog, a child, or a man I just sit down and wait. I put myself in a state of calm and openness and I wait. Sooner or later most animals and humans sense the calm and they open up in a positive way. Sometimes this leads to telepathy as well as you become open to their feelings and thoughts, for better or worse you become a channel through which their energy passes.

Who a person is in their heart, unless they are very attuned with themselves and open, is not who they will act out at all times. This is why it takes time to get to the divine of a person – ideally it would be seen easily by all, because everyone would be living it.

And divine sex….uhm…welll, I think it is heart to heart, soul to soul, feeling love and compassion in your heart whilst making love. All gates open whilst making love and appreciating the sex and the feelings it brings to your body and to your partner. To feel thankful for the divine in the carnal.

 

 

If I can’t have you, I’ll have a banana…

A little while back I heard someone explain to me why someone was a bastard, pretty much, at the same time as making it clear they wanted to be with this bastard. For me this was a wake-up call as I thought it really sad and I know I’ve done it myself in the past. Basically you are saying you want the perfect friend, relationship, work situation, etc. but you are blaming someone else for not giving it to you, whether you find them flawless, or not apart from that. Because you say you are willing to do it, you blame them from stopping you. Like you are ready to set up your business, but your business partner isn’t. You are ready for a serious relationship, but the person you are dating isn’t. You are willing to have the best ever relationship, but your friend isn’t. And you are the one ending up frustrated because you are willing to give it all, but if you think about it, why do you choose to do it with them? If you truly wanted it, wouldn’t you have chosen someone who truly wanted it also? Or maybe you are just so used to being frustrated, that you always choose situations which frustrates you? Or hang around people who frustrate you?

This also reminds me of one of this year’s focuses for me which has been whenever someone for some reason frustrates, or annoys me, I look to see if this resonate with something in me. If I get annoyed because someone avoids conflict, doesn’t trust my love, or tells white lies, or whatever I look to see if I have it in me. I.e.: If someone doesn’t trust my love, do I not trust other people’s, or my own love? If someone avoids conflict, do I avoid conflict with myself, or others? If someone tells white lies, do I tell white lies to myself, or others? A lot of our own patterns we are so used to we can’t see them. You can’t see the forest for all the trees, right?! But when you look at someone else it’s like looking at the forest from afar.

I don’t think all of this applies to everything – I’m not sure every person we meet is a mirror of ourselves in every way…I just think there is something to be said for stopping to think about why we are in the situations we are in when they annoy, or frustrate us. I also think there is a lot to be said for rethinking those situations. Like whenever you get annoyed with what is, think about what you would love for it to be. Sometimes you’ve already left the situation behind, or you don’t want to fix it in that scenario, but then imagine what you would like it to be in the future. If you just left the fivehundredeth bad party, then start imagining what a good party would be like and keep your eyes open to that. There’s a lot to be said for getting out of our own thinking habits, so that what we look for in life starts changing. On that note I’m going to focus on hearts instead of six packs, romance instead of sex and love instead of dangerous attraction…but it would be nice if it all came together…

If you can’t have him, maybe you should go for a banana instead and then stick with guys who offer…banana services…

 

 

I can do orgasms all by myself…

I think it’s supposed to be “I Can Do Bad All By Myself” but I’m not Tyler Perry and that’s not a suitable headline for this blog. I can do orgasms all by myself on the other hand is. The thing is though: shared pleasure is double (or triple) pleasure. That’s why this dizzy blonde is on a mission to open up, surrender and love freely and openly. To give of myself as much as I can, but also dare to trust that there are those that give to me and be OK with that. It’s hard to allow someone else to give you orgasms when you can do it all by yourself…it may be double pleasure, but you are then counting on someone else. And I guess I was never too good at that. Trusting. Believing others actually loved me enough to freely give of themselves to me. I am learning though. One baby step at a time.

More than anything I guess I was scared of others because I didn’t trust myself. I feared their opinion of me as it could bring me great joy, or great sorrow. I didn’t have self-love, so I was 100% relying on others love. If they told me I was great I felt great. If they told me I was bad, I felt bad.  Often, if I liked someone enough, I would just give and give and give, trying to please sooooo much, just to try to get them to tell me I was alright. It made me feel very, very vulnerable and I was often closed up like a clam.

Now, I have learnt to do orgasms all by myself. I don’t need to rely on my ability to give others orgasms, or their ability to give them to me for my own internal happiness. Even if others tell me I’m not enough, or I find that they aren’t pleasing me, things don’t have to go tits up because my bottom is still rock steady. I do believe though that being a rock, being an island, as the song goes, is only one part of happiness. The other comes from sharing that happiness with others.

The journey of being open and vulnerable on this blog has been fabulous – it was easy for me because I wasn’t sharing my feelings with this one person, who was in the room (desperately trying to please them at the same time), I wrote it for myself, it was about giving myself an orgasm, but the feedback in the last year and a half has been truly astounding – it seems I gave a few other people orgasms too (metaphorically speaking). To hear that my words in any way reach out to people and touch them makes me giddy with happiness every time. If I manage to make someone smile, laugh, see their own beauty, or find their own strength, that is simply beyond amazing. It’s totally worth having my heart and soul online for that purpose (and getting the odd punch for it) and it’s helping me because I’m learning to do the same in my own life: being open and loving, not to please but because that’s who I am.

Yet, blogging is also interesting because a lot of people know exactly what you are pondering and you have no clue of what they think of you. Everyone else can play hard to get, but my words are always there, accessible 24/7. “Hi Darling, I am very busy, I can’t take your call right now…but you won’t have a chance to miss me, because I’m all over my blog instead of all over you. You’re a mystery, I’m an open book. Literally.” Sometimes it feels very unfair indeed…maybe he will just have to give me his secret diaries?

And now I have a favor to ask…I would love your secret thoughts too… Basically, I’m submitting this blog to publishers and editors. I have gathered some of my favorite pieces that I am rewriting for that purpose. And to make it extra nice I thought it would be fabulous if you love this blog and you would be willing to write down why you love it…any random words from your heart about it…because then I can include those words in my proposal. Like my words in return for yours.

So yeah, I am asking for your orgasms peeps…well to describe them, if this blog ever gave you any…metaphorically speaking, as you know by now…please do not send me descriptions of actual orgasms. I know I talk sex a lot, but there are things even I can’t handle.

See I am doing it – I am asking for shared orgasms, even if I can do a book proposal all by myself…and a part of me is screaming it’s stupid because no one will write to me and it will prove…nothing. I am still getting an orgasm from my writing…and on that note peeps: enjoy your day – make it orgasmic!