1 15 pm pdt [ pleasured ]
I have always been awed that we can set a series of
lines, curves and dots on paper in contrasting ink and communicate to
others of deepest sorrows or greatest joys. Humman communication will
probably never cease to amaze me.
I use use pixel instead of ink, but hopefully to the
same effect... I want to share. It's really not that I'm an
exhibitionist or an egomaniac; I've got some unquenchable hunger to
quantify and preserve myself in time. If I could take my vital
statistics, write down everything I consume, have all-day GPS tracking of
myself, and record every word that comes out of my mouth, it still
wouldn't be enough. And I have to settle for this -- text and photos, the
occasional artwork, sound byte, or digital video. I was to share, and
mostly I want to share myself at a point in time, for myself in the future
(and perhaps my future generations).
Some days these contrasting pixels just don't seem
enough. Some days even words and body language don't cut it. This
month's collab topic for
On Display allows us to select
our own mood / emotion / state of mind. I chose pleasured because
I wanted to share with you a slice of my relationship. I wanted to lay
sex and love and our three an half plus years of dating on the page for
you. I wanted to "speak" of how he pleasures me; I am so pleasure,
delighted, honored to share my life with him, but words are not enough.
You are welcome to scoff, but I happen to believe I
enjoy sex more than most women (let's just say above average) and my
continuing experience on this planet serves to support my theory. I've
had people argue with my on the subject simply because they don't like the
idea. I doubt there's some way to quantify one's enjoyment of something
beyond one's frequency of desire to participate in said activity. As
usual, I have digressed.
My beau
continues to please me on every level. His willingness to "work" on our
relationship serves for me as the ultimate sign of our love, though we,
thankfully, have a partnering which does not require much work. My
favorite part of our relationship is our capacity to spend a half dozen
hours talking every single day. I can't imagine us ever running out of
conversation. He tickles my fancy as I never imagined a man could...