My Journey with Sex, Shame, Intimacy and Celibacy.
I want true intimacy with another, there is no doubt about that, but I am not willing to bypass any part of myself to get to someone else.
Browsing Tag:
intimacy
Why I Didn’t Report: Become Your Story’s Steward Rather Than Its Hostage.
Survivors witness and feel beneath the story... Fragmented, often locked away in an unconscious vault; we banish pain in order to survive it.
Trust. {poetry}
Trust is not about whether another person loves you,
but rather about knowing your own self-worth,
all the way down to your bones.
Sex and the Menopausal Woman: Juicy, Alive and Truly Erotic.
Our habitual ways of relating to others, our self-identity as sexual women... are all up for a profound shift as woman enters the cocoon of the menopause.
If I’m Honest. {fiction}
I'm not sure why I'm here, in this bed with him. The sex isn't that great, if I'm honest, mainly because he’s checked out most of the time.
My Mystic Journey From Loss to Living and Loving.
I couldn't see the light poking holes through my black state of mind. Chanting widens the holes until I can only see white, bright light streaming through the recesses of my mind.
To the Man Who Tried to Kill Me.
You are a narcissist, and I was your perfect victim. The purest part of my soul feels sorry for you; you will never know love, you will never know trust, or beauty, or friendship.
Sisterhood Rx: 3 Steps to Heal Emotional Wounds with Other Women and Invite Greater Intimacy into Your Life.
What did you learn as a child about women? When was the first time you were let down by a woman in your life, and what conclusions did you draw as a result?
I Just Goddess-Fucked My Husband.
Can you show up, just for sex, just this once, and make the choice to leave out your anger, frustration, your partner’s bad habits, and that time your mom told you something ego-based and not true about yourself but you believed it?
You Are Safe, While You Are Not Safe. {poetry}
You have the prettiest heart I have ever seen.
You have inspired more tears than any man, but my tears have songs inside them.
You and I have been in crowded rooms, fully clothed,
and still shared more intimacy than I have with any man who has been naked in my bed.