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Sex fantasies and all… (#humor #sex #love & #sarcasm)

I don’t believe in love at first sight. I’m so easily distracted when I see hot guys, that chances are if I did fall in love instantly, I’d run him over with a truck. And if we are to base this on trial and error from the past, my history shows that every man I did fall in love with at first sight usually ended up being disposed of rather quickly and those I said I’d never date in a million years ended up in my bedroom. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule. I once saw a guy walking into a nightclub and decided I wanted him. It’s not so weird though given the week before I had written a long list of everything I wanted in a man (most notably that he should be a filmmaker with dark curly hair and speak fluent French) and this man fit the bill. Not that I could have known that when he walked in the door, but maybe I was psychic? Or maybe I created him if it is true we create our reality? However, the time I said I wanted to marry an American millionaire I ended up with two, none of whom I married. I simultaneously asked for my soul mate and the problem was probably that my soul mate wasn’t a millionaire. Yet. I can only hope he’s become one since.

Sometimes when I feel bad about my non-existent love life and my past escapades I retort to reading Sex and the City quotes, because if I fucked up at least I will be sure to remember Samantha fucked a lot more. That could, potentially, be seen as a depressing fact as well though, in which case I have to bring out chocolate to see things in another light. Chocolate, however, is not well-known for its sense of humor. For that you might need to grab a bottle of wine.

If the wine makes you sentimental, instead of giggly, it will remind you that the reason you dated fucked up men is because you were fucked up. This means you are suddenly overcome by an urge to work on your beloved business as a form of escapism, as it will remind you that there is passion in your life, even if it doesn’t come with an orgasm. If you really can’t get your head out of the gutter you pick up a cheap novel about ever lasting romance and convince yourself that if the fifty year old heroine who suffers from a lot more psychological issues than you manages to find some hot dude who swears his undying love to her, so will you. You try to disregard the fact that the book was written by a woman and has more illogical flaws to the storyline than any writer/director could possibly ignore. Especially the fact that the man in the story is hot, nice and faithful.

Then, suddenly, it dawns on you that you’ve become a sarcastic bitch to cover up the fact that your favorite feel good movie is “We Bought a Zoo” because Matt Damon as a single dad is utterly irresistible and your dream of having the perfect family is completely illogical when looking at your past endeavors in the dating field. So you decide to write a new list of what you want in a man that starts with “He gets me and he loves me…” and ends with “P.S. he can also dance and he does have a six-pack” “P.P.S. He’s not an addict, criminal, psychologically unstable, manic depressive, prone to snoring, bad in bed, living in a different country or with his mother permanently, fucking anyone I know, unfaithful, or prone to any other potentially damaging thing.”

It sucks having a gooey heart, protected by walls of sarcasm three stories high, doesn’t it? It sucks even more trying to let go of the walls and be like “Here I am. Matt Damon fantasies and all.”

44630_10151165823425079_1677253935_n[1]Writing down all my dirty fantasies. I mean I’m sure Matt Damon had to take care of a lot of mud in that zoo….

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Mac Sex with an extra topping of caramel sauce, please…

I’ve been through the terrible, terrible divorce not only from my Macbook, but my iPad, Blackberry and Canon camera in the last few months. To topple it off Haagen-Dazs ice cream costs a fortune in Cape Town so I can’t cure my anguish. I’m feeling dreadful. How the hell do you recover from these things? I was practically married to Mr Macbook – handcuffs and all (until I accidentally poured tea over him in my sleep and killed him off – but it was an accident. I never had any mean intentions – promise. I loved him to bits. Literally. I think he was starting to fall to pieces after a five and a half year long marriage where he had followed me all over the world – Paris, New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, Marrakech, Maui, London, Malmo, Copenhagen, Poland, Tenerife, San Francisco, San Diego, Stockholm…my baby got to travel) and had an intense affair with Mr Canon till someone stole him from me in the most appalling manner – I literally found he had disappeared from my bed and gone off with a MAN. He must have been bi-sexual all along. I’ve managed to get a new Blackberry, but we always did have a hate love relationship – it’s slightly better now because it’s my only affair. But it’s not satisfactory. I crave a nice Mac Sundae toppled by Canon caramel sauce.

Can you feel my anguish? I’m not even getting make-up sex. I’m riding a friggin PC dinosaur. I don’t know how it survived the ice age. If I don’t get Mac sex soon I’m gonna die. Extinguished by association to PCs. Sigh.

On a serious note – if I don’t get a new camera for the project I’m doing out here I’m screwed in an entirely different way than screwed by sexy man screwed. Time to work those go getter muscles…it’s time to make some good shit happen. Bring on the macmacmacmac…magic!!!

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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…

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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.

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Hello darling, I just thought your pants off…

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Have you ever told someone all your sex fantasies? The thing is, if you never speak them out loud (or, well: take action), they will never come true. It’s hard for people to show up as you want them to, unless they know what you want…

They say words come easy when they are true. Or well, this song that has been going round in my head lately says that. I’m not so sure though. Sometimes the greatest truths are the hardest to tell. It’s almost like you want to be taken to a time and a place where time and place aren’t really real, so that you can dare to just be you and say all and everything. So that you can dare to live.

If we take sex fantasies as an example: if I think about a guy I like, or love preferably, telling me all his sex fantasies (I mean the ones he would actually like to act on, he can leave out the one about Miss Aniston and her non-existing twin sister…)…well that’s…a treat, right?! I would be all ears…I would be happy, wouldn’t you? And if he decided to try them out on me…well all the better!

Although I would be well pleased to sit and listen to my partner’s sex fantasies, I still feel my head turning into a tomato (with a dash of chili, for the extra effect) at the thought of discussing my sexual fantasies. It feels a bit raw, a bit naked you know… It’s one thing to joke about sex, as I do here, or write about it, or even speak on the phone about it, it’s another to look the man of your sex dreams in the eye and tell him exactly what you were just pondering…in a sexy manner…because it’s personal and it involves them and maybe they disagree… There’s also a difference between blurting things out and doing them in the manner you would want to, feeling comfortable….and in this case: sexy. It’s one thing doing a striptease for a stranger for example, because that’s a performance – it doesn’t mean anything much to you. It’s another if you are trying to please the man of your dreams. And that’s what I mean: you should have the confidence to feel completely fine no matter what you are doing or whom you are with, so long as it’s something you want to do and someone you want to be with (and not just with sex).

As with so many other things it’s often easier to talk to (confess your sins and innermost dreams, or have sex with…) random strangers, or people you really, really trust. The in-between always freaks me out, but it shouldn’t have to.

I am the kind of person that usually, one way or another manage to croak out what I think and feel to those around me, or do what I want (and I’m not just talking sex here: it’s just a metaphor guys), because I have worked up enough stamina with the years, but I can’t say I am completely fearless, or always do it in the best manner. That would be a lie. And I like being fearless. In fact, I don’t like inhibitions at all. I like people who do as they feel, so long as they do it with love and keep themselves and others safe. I love freedom. Liberation. And the reason I love it is because I lived in a mental prison. I was so shy I didn’t say hello to people.

When I was younger I thought that one day I would meet a man who would teach me to trust him so much that he’d set all my inhibitions free in life and love (and sex, ahem..). Then I thought it was a good idea to live my life through acting, then it was directing, then setting up companies, then writing a blog…now I think hiding behind something, or someone isn’t truly living at all. Sometimes that’s where you need to start to grow, but the only thing that will satisfy me is when I live as I am, giving all of me freely.

Really, the magical place where all is possible is within you. When you feel secure in you, telling the truth will be just fine. No one would be scared to use a trapeze if they knew the landing would be soft if they fell and in the same way, you will not be scared to tell the truth and be you, if you know that whatever the outcome, you will feel fine. And the feeling fine bit is actually in your hands, not someone else’s. No one else can make you feel bad for making a mistake, or talking sexual fantasies with someone who doesn’t get your sexual fantasies. Some people will poke fun of others, or degrade them to make themselves feel better about their own insecurities, but if someone truly cares, truly loves you, they will give you room to fuck up.

Now I’m gonna go practice telling the air my sex fantasies…or not.

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Why I want to have sex with you…

Today we are going to talk about sex. We always do but today we will in a different way. Sex is about giving pleasure, right? About freely giving your all to someone on a physical level. At the same time you end up getting pleasure, as a by-product really, but also because you enjoy the person to start off with – they are a pleasure to you, so to speak, but often they have no clue why  they are a pleasure to you. They may know you like them a little bit, or a lot, but do they know WHY you like them? Do they know why they are so special to you? Do they know how they have helped you?

Sometimes I think we just have to get off our ass and tell someone why the hell we spend more time with them than the rest of the world. Because they have the right to know. They have the right to know how damn gorgeous they are and how that gorgeousness affects us.

I’m sure you are great at pleasing your man and woman, but do also let them know why you’d rather sleep in their bed…get naked with them on all levels, not just the physical one.It takes courage to do so, it takes courage to give your all, but I’d rather give my all, all the time and lose some win some, than never win at all.

Of course this applies to all relationships…but please don’t go tell random strangers and friends why you want to shag them…could be taken the wrong way… (Then again, if you have fallen for someone, I suggest you let them know…in a tasteful manner – life’s too short for fucking around. Literally.)

Don’t hide…get naked instead…

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The Vagina take-over…

Warning: extremely sexual content. A lot of piss-takes too. I may have gone on a rant. Sense of humor needed to read.

Hold your breaths guys – the vagina take-over is here. You must have heard about it? It’s been whispered about for generations and now it is finally in full bloom….and I find it blooming ridiculous.

I like cocks. Vaginas too. The two combined all the better. If we are to refrain from sexy metaphors: yin and yang baby. I think it was discovered thousands of years ago. It didn’t stop them from repressing women though, which really meant they were suppressing their own theory. And then there was Mao and then things really went tits up (they needed more tits, let’s face it…). Some countries are still behind when it comes to equal rights. Equal opportunties. That’s not cool. Equal’s great. It’s when people talk about superiority and not superiority within one field (let’s face it: men have more muscles and women are more emotional), but overall superiority, I find it weird.

If you think about it: no woman is a woman without a man and no man a man without a woman. And in that I believe lies an ancient truth. Together we create life. It is when we are in balance with one another that magic is created.

In general in life it is when our energies are out of balance that trouble is created. When we are unaligned with our own energies we are out of whack. When one power tries to outrule another there is conflict. And sometimes we abuse our power. Don’t tell me you can’t manipulate men with sex – you can. And those men that haven’t learnt to control themselves…they fall foul for their own want of female energy (sex). In cities like Los Angeles there is plenty of proof of men getting ass and no happiness. They can’t hear their own heart for all the shagging.

As a woman I’m no better than most men – I have been floored (quite literally) by male force several times. As I need an incredibly high dose, it’s not so easy to floor me, but when I get floored, I get floored. I tend to date A type personalities that have enough energy to floor half the world and usually do too. And that’s my weakness. I didn’t always listen to my heart. Not until this year did I start listening to my heart. And oh boy was that different. I value heart connections over getting floored these days…but I’d like to get floored by my heart connections…

It’s the same as a need for power – people chase material power (a very male energy) because it’s a strong force, just like sexual energy is a strong force, but as with so many strong forces it’s often mis-used and abused. Balance is what is needed. You can find your own inner power, as well as your masculinity or femininity (and remember: one always contains a drop of the other) – that is huge, but that comes from being in tune, not by trying to overtake someone (basically: not from ego). And when you turn all your male or female charm on someone, that’s by design. You aren’t using your power on everyone, only the one person your heart belongs to. In the same way you will use your own inner power for the greater good, not to conquer the world for the sake of power alone. Because you can. Most people get floored by power, in whatever form.

For years male energy ruled the world and that wasn’t too cool. Then came the female revolt and it seems it’s still happening, but as with so many other things they stroke back by trying to turn the cards in their favor: by becoming the leading force of the world (or in plain English: they want to prove they are now better than men, superior. Sometimes they try to do it by becoming men though, which gets even more confusing.). Now I don’t know about you, but it would scare me if women alone ruled the world. Too much nailpolish.

To me this battle between the sexes is becoming ridiculous. We are different. The beauty lies in learning to understand one another and co-creating a world which suits us all and to stop abusing our powers. You may be able to reach various positions by use of sexual energy alone, but I doubt you will be happy there. I doubt you will be happy abusing any kind of power. An overdose of anything can only go to create trouble. Balance is the key.

We need one another. And I doubt that you will tell your son or your daughter that one is superior to the other. Balderdash.

What can I say? Love-make it forward? That must be the ultimate balance between the energies right? Lovemaking. Not sex, but lovemaking. Yummy world baby, yummy indeed.

If this ever became the norm again it would be high time for a vagina revolution…

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Why I love sinners…

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I don’t know about you, but it was a while since I lost my virginity….and then there were a few other things… Have you ever sinned? Have you ever cheated on anyone? Stolen something? Beaten someone? Wanted to commit suicide? Let someone down? Been a drug addict? Had abusive relationships? Been a tad anorexic? Had sex with half the world, by accident rather than by design? Then, you’ve probably seen some darkness.

Most people fear the dark, because it’s not pleasant not knowing what’s going on around you. When you “sin” you are in the dark, because you have no fucking clue of why you can’t stop yourself from doing what you are doing. You don’t want to do it, yet your desire to do it is stronger than your want not to.

Why we do “bad” things is individual. Some people were molested as children, have a guilt complex around sex and end up having “guilty” sex. They dislike themselves for it and to prove their own dislike, their own self-hatred true, they keep repeating it. They buy into the idea that that’s who they are, whereas really, that’s a learned behavior, a learned pattern – a set of emotions that get triggered and then acted out. Nothing to do with their heart, if in their heart they disagree.

For many people the idea that you can’t stop yourself from having sex with someone is absurd, yet they can’t stop themselves from something as simple as eating a chocolate bar. Of course, the chocolate bar appears more normal than having sex with people you don’t want to have sex with, unless your weight skyrockets to the point where it isn’t healthy at all. Yet, the person who frowns upon the yes sayers to sex may take into account that the reason they are eating a chocolate bar came from some mild habit, whereas the person that can’t say no to sex may have been under much greater formative influences, such as rape.

Whatever made you end up in a negative circle of “sins” was probably not your choice. I doubt you chose to be molested, have an abusive parent or a parent who wasn’t a good role model, making you think you were doomed to one day become like them, told you were worthless, get bullied, or beaten. I doubt you made a conscious decision to become a wife beater, or a drug addict, but you bought into the ideas the “mirror” (people and events) in your past showed you. And once it happens, once you take too many drugs, hit your girlfriend, obsessively steal other people’s belongings, eat till you are about to burst, or allow yourself to have sex with people you don’t like, you think that’s you, even if you don’t really feel comfortable about it. Well, good news is – if you feel uncomfortable about it, it isn’t you. You are just under a spell where you can’t say no to doing whatever it is you are doing. You do have a choice though – it just takes practice, determination and potentially help to hold you accountable. Listen to your heart – what is it telling you? Follow that voice. And if you can’t make yourself follow it – find someone who can help you do that.

Habits can be hard to detect at times. Sometimes there’s just some discomfort at the back of our mind, or a feeling in our gut, but we don’t stop to listen as life is happening and what we see in front of us gets our attention. Besides, we get used to ourselves – if you are used to feeling fearful before a date, you probably don’t even notice it anymore because it’s circumstance. It’s normal to you, so you don’t question it. Still, there’s nothing normal about being fearful for a date. A bit nervous, yes, but fearful – no. Why would you be fearful? Probably because you fear other’s opinions of you, not trusting that your own opinion should out rule theirs and that your opinion should be that you are nice. You love yourself. If that’s your opinion, you will act from that place, so you will be nice and loving. The thing is – if you are scared of people, your perceived idea about them is negative and that’s the place you are acting from, even if your heart disagrees.

I’ve had negative patterns with people, with food, with men, with health, with depression, with hurt, with love…I mean we all do – we all have patterns, whether good or bad. To me some of my negative patterns were so pronounced that I had to stop, I had to do something about it. I was messed up from my childhood. Yet, as I always say – thanks to the immense pain I went through, I woke up. Some people never do, because the pain never reaches that level, but I decided to change. I didn’t feel like I was a gray mouse in the corner who hated myself and wanted to destroy myself. I felt like I was a playful, naughty little thing with a sense of humor and a huge love of life and love. So I decided to become that woman. I had to set myself free. One thinking pattern at a time. And doing so I discovered thinking patterns I didn’t even know I had – I acted them out all the time, but I wasn’t thinking about what I was thinking about to make me behave like I did. Only when I stopped to listen did I realize what thoughts caused my behavior, where they came from and that they weren’t real. There was a me before that behavior ever started. A me that never agreed with those thoughts, those behaviors. A me that hadn’t yet interpreted events to color my view of myself.

If we love ourselves it will become impossible to hurt ourselves and therefore others. I have never met a person who hurt others unless because they were hurting. Ever. When you love yourself, even if people provoke you, you won’t get mad. You won’t resort to anger, to hurting others. You know they are deluded. You don’t have to suffer because of it.

People are quick to judge others on their patterns, after all, it takes time to get someone to open up and share their heart. And even if they do, they may not be ready to give up their learned behaviors. Their self love may not have reached those levels.

People have sometimes pointed out to me that someone has issues and usually they are right – most people have issues. Some more visible than others. Some more harmful to other people than others. You can still love those people though, of course you can. If you have seen more than their issues, if you have glimpsed their soul, you probably do love them. And if they love you, they won’t want to hurt you, but they may still do. For example, I believe, unlike some women, a man can love one woman and have sex with the entire world, still loving just one woman, but as he doesn’t love himself enough to respect himself, as he thinks he is bad, he acts badly towards her, he fulfills his prophecy, she is hurt, gets angry, kicks him out and all is the same as it always was – he thinks he’s bad, she thinks men can’t be trusted. (Then there is the idea that love is for all and we should all have open relationships allowing ourselves to love whomever we want. That’s another scenario.)

I don’t recommend you get involved with a cheater unless you are OK with open relationships, until the cheater has become a non-cheater. Nor do I recommend you withdraw your love from them just because they are a cheater. Love them. Just don’t put yourself in a position where you will feel abused. And the same goes for everyone who is involved in any way with someone who is, as yet, helpless to their negative behavior patterns.

The good thing about sinners is that they have seen the darkness and therefore, hopefully, have an extreme wish to see the light. They will see it more clearly and with more appreciation than those that have never seen the dark. And those that live in the gray zones may never question them, because it never gets to the point of do or die. Those that hit the darkness know. They know it’s do or die, because the pain, the guilt, the sadness, or whatever it is, becomes unbearable. They have to do something about it. Some sadly don’t have the tools, the support, or the love to do so though. They fail.

I hope in this life that I will never again abuse myself so much that I allow myself to put myself in a situation where I abuse others, or feel abused by others. I hope I will be strong. When my own “self-hatred” slips in, I hope that I remember love and rather than feeding my self-hatred by self-sabotage, or hurting others/putting myself in a situation where I allow others to hurt me, I will choose the love and act from that place.

What’s more, I hope that in this life I will never give up on loving sinners. I believe that somewhere in there is a heart. A heart that may even love you.

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Bondage did you say???

18 January 2007: Bondage Bear

Where did my mind go off to again???

Alright guys, as I have been sick we will keep this simple sexy…I mean one needs to get sexed up after feeling like a rotten potato all day right? So when I think about sex sexy I think about Two Naked Men Blondes right now because we are discussing so many topics related to naked men sex and relationships…in fact we are digging deep every day to come up with new topics people would like to get turned on by find out about and discuss with us. If you then topple that off with me looking for headlines for this blog…well, it’s like my brain has been bondaged taped into constantly thinking about sex and love. Or maybe I should say handcuffed? Can you handcuff a brain? Well I saw some plumbing outside a house the other day in the rubbish heap but before I had a closer look I thought it was a dildo. I mean, talk about having gotten one’s brain cells all firing off in one department and one department only! I swear I was handcuffed into it somehow.

So yes, at Two Naked Blondes we have started filming our weekly discussion topics (and soon we will have naked blokes, sexperts and everyone else being filmed to give their opinion also…and what’s more it will be professional videos made by a crew…not just Em’s iPhone…ahem.) And to keep this post bloody simple and sexy, I decided to post our two first videos. I did have a bad hair day, but I am sure you will excuse me – I was just being me without a professional stylist and how many people keep one of those anyway?!

Both myself and Em felt this didn’t exactly cover all the yummy bits we love in relationships…so below is my first comment about it, but to join the discussion, or hear what others think, please go to our Two Naked Blondes & Co. Facebook Page

I talk about support in the video…and minus doing the dishes…ahem…well, to me love is the wish that another person will reach whatever it is that is in their heart; their true potential if you so like, and live every moment as the happiest they can be. Therefore to have someone who loves you is an incredible support and being able to love someone like that and take part of their journey a true blessing.

As for sharing life, as I am also on about in the video…I believe attraction to a person springs from resonance and if the attraction is there because your hearts and minds resonate (ie not just the negative thinking patterns, beliefs, etc. you have in common and not just physical attraction either) then I believe a relationship with such a person can be lovely as you feel understood. I don’t know about you, but I love talking to and sharing moments with people who I feel understand me. It’s just simply magical. To quote my favorite movie: So often in my life I’ve been with people and shared beautiful moments like travelling, or staying up all night and watching the sunrise, and I knew those were special moments. But something was always wrong. I wished I’d been with someone else. I knew that what I was feeling, exactly what was so important to me, they didn’t understand. (from Before Sunrise)

Sharing life with someone is also great if you are with someone whose energy complements yours – it fires you up somehow. They understand you to the core, but they are still different from you. There’s a magical explosion there somewhere…and not just in bed…

…when I was on about creating life with someone…seeking out life…exploring…well, I see most things in life as a project, including life itself, because if you don’t take charge life will just happen to you. And when you create life together with someone with zest, passion, humor, magic, adventure  and excitement…then it’s simply delightful! Whether I am trying to create a home, a crazy vacation, a film, a theatre production or a company with someone…for me it’s bliss. It’s being able to do what I love together with someone I love, someone who complements me (and compliments me ;) ) and makes me laugh!!! Doesn’t get much better than that.

Of course a relationship is also lovely because someone sweeps you off your feet by cooking for you, taking you on a sexcation, or simply just spending a night in heavenly bliss with you ever so often, or they pour a bath for you or rub your shoulders when you are tired, serve you breakfast in bed or know you well enough to plan the perfect bday party…I mean who doesn’t want a naughty text message in the middle of the day or a simple note saying “I love you”?

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How often do you think about sex???

pole dancing

There's poles...then there's POLES....

Men supposedly think about sex on an average 13 times a day, women 5. If you are writing a blog with sexy headlines everything refers back to sex, as everything needs to fit a metaphor. You see a lamppost you think it has something to do with sex (pole dancing) or you walk straight into it as you were thinking about sex and not what was in front of you. And the thoughts I had whilst walking by Cock Lane the other day…let’s not even go there…(not go there, really??!) I have found though that many of my thoughts (not necessarily to do with sex) happen so quickly that I forget them before I realized I had them. They are like the background noise of a radio – you know it’s there, but you have no clue what it’s playing, or what they are talking about unless you stop to listen. It’s a real practice of mindfulness to be aware of what you are thinking all day long.

I have found that what sometimes can be a bit easier, at least to start off with, is setting one to five minutes aside every day to just simply let go and let your mind wander, just to see where it takes you. What’s going on inside you is soon going to become apparent to you – and you will be surprised at how many thoughts can pass through your head in a minute. Sometimes it’s more like an emotion washing over you, springing from a thought/impression somewhere deep inside, or a feeling coming from someone else whom greatly affects you, but it may take a while to get to the bottom of where that impression, or emotion came from.

It’s also helpful after you’ve let your thoughts wander to think back and get to the core of it – are your thoughts and emotions based in reality, or in assumptions, interpretations and guesswork? Our minds are incredible story tellers…at times so good we even believe them!

Sometimes we make drastic decisions just because we can’t stand undertaking the decision-making process associated to a specific situation, due to fears, annoyance, or whatever else associated with the things/people involved. Other times we want to dream away to things that are far from real and constructive, but rather a scape goat. Yet other times we have emotions, desires, or thoughts we do not wanna face either because of guilt, fear of hurt, the idea of the responsibility around it, the task to make it a reality if it isn’t already (and the amount of work involved), some unpleasant emotion, or whatever else that is a negative association.

Point being: spend a minute a day finding out what’s going through your heart and mind and spend another five facing it properly (five minutes ain’t too bad is it?). Use those five minutes to get rid of negative associations around or make thought through decisions…or if all your thoughts are constructive and happy, then just use the time for contemplation of how to take the wonders further. Then you can free your mind more and more to think about whatever you like, rather than following unconscious programming. More time to think about…you know…

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