Several years ago a movie came out that changed my life… and, don’t laugh… that movie was The Runaway Bride with Julia Roberts.
I know, I know… it’s stupidly silly and overly dramatic but it had one really good point… that the female main character didn’t have any idea what she liked (to eat, to do, to watch) because she had never taken the time to figure it out, she’d always just gone along with what the people in her life told her she liked… especially the men.
And THIS is the story of my life.
But after watching this movie, I realized that I, like Julia Roberts’ character, had no idea how I liked my eggs… or anything else for that matter… and that it was time for me to figure it out.
And, after this movie, things definitely changed.
Only a little bit at first… I tried every way I could possibly think of to eat eggs and I eventually figured out how I really like them (scrambled with cheese and hot sauce or over easy with toast for dipping, also with hot sauce)… and, although it’s taken me a few more years, I’ve come to realize that I should incorporate these same methods into figuring out how I like my sex as well.
So, here I am… moving past the days of sex being about whether or not the man I am with orgasms and into the days where it’s all about how much pleasure I can experience.
Now, don’t get me wrong, it is not all about me… I am GGG all the way… it’s just now I’m making sure that it’s at least partially about my pleasure as well.
Please wish me luck… and lots fun… because if I don’t take care of my own needs, who will!
The moon is absolutely beautiful here tonight.
Well, she is beautiful every night, I just often for get to stop and admire her beauty.
Thankfully, approximately, once a month… she beckons to me… in her full glory.
I’m not sure exactly where human beings started putting restraints on romantic love… well, I guess they always have… even in parental love, the “bad ones” sometimes have conditions for their love…
So, why can’t we, the “good lovers” just think about romantic love the same way we do parental love?
As in, our love for our child/children only grows with the addition of another child… there are no limits to how many of our own children we can love… so why put this limit on other types of love?
Well, really we don’t… we only put those restrictions on one type… romantic love.
How many best friends do you have? If you are like me, you have a few people in your life who keep you grounded… and they are all your “best” friends…
So why is romantic love the only love we put this “I can only love one person this way at any given time” kind of restriction on?
Because it’s not true… we can love more than one person romantically.
I will always love Dennis. No one can or will ever replace that.
But my love for Dennis doesn’t nullify the love I still feel for several of my ex-romantic partners… nor does it deter the love I feel for one or two of my current romantic partners…
Now THAT’s the way love works.
The limits of how many other persons one person can love is infinite… times infinity…
I love the days I get to drop Dani off at school. I only usually get to do this one day a week, my work from home day, but I truly cherish walking her to the door and seeing her off on her day.
She usually tells me to watch her walk into school, and that’s the best part because I know one day… probably sooner than I expect… she’s going to tell me NOT to watch her do things anymore.
Sometimes a mental health day is in order…
I cannot express in words how happy this makes me…