I'm a giver.
That's right,... get your mind into the gutter, cause that's where I'm talking to you from.
It's hard for me to receive, sexually. I've been so concerned with my partner's pleasure, making sure she gets off and gets eveything she wants. Why? Cause I'm a recovering mama's boy and I'm doing what I know to do — make sure Mommy likes me so I know I'm lovable.Read More...
It's eighth grade. A school dance. I'm that kid in the corner. The one who watches the guys and the girls getting closer even though they don't know what they're doing.
And I envy them from afar. I envy their willingness to push their bodies together, to feel the heat, the tension, the mystery of sexuality between them.
It wasn't until college that I kissed a girl. It wasn't until sophomore year that I lost my virginity. And now, while I'm enjoying an amazing relationship with a sexy lady who's also my best friend, I find that I still have tension when it comes to body contact on the dance floor. Not so much with my girlfriend, but with other women, yes.Read More...
I took part in a workshop this past weekend: about 18 women and 12 men played in a very interactive, energetic, inquiry as to the nature of sexuality and how it lives or does not live in each of us.
In one moment, our brilliant facilitator noticed that there was a "men vs. women" dynamic showing up in the conversation, so she invited us to make it more real and play it out. All the men stood on one side of the room and all the women on the other. "Let out all the judgments you have about the other sex — say it to the people across from you now!"Read More...
Last night, as I was making a bedtime snack of warm milk with a bunch of spices, I felt a dash of creativity run through my veins. I've made this snack many times, yet somehow, simply the way that I moved through the kitchen, picking up the cardamom and sprinkling it into the pot felt like a creative act.
What was that?Read More...
Sometimes, I am drawn to drawing, welcomed to writing. It's as if I can't help it — I am being called to get that stuff out that's in me, or coming through me.
This feels like inspiration.
Other times, I'm facing creative expression like it's a must. It's my duty. I HAVE to do it because I made a pact with myself. Or else!
This feels like discipline.
When we dream big, sometimes we tend to want to engage big, desiring to go from a blank canvas to a finished product in one sitting.
I recall many times as a designer, jumping into a project, arranging shapes and colors and type on the computer, getting lost in the process. I wanted so badly to immediately manifest a thing of beauty, a perfect harmony of elements in a two-dimensional world.
I wouldn't rest because my desire was so strong.Read More...