Love and appreciation

Apparently I've been saying I love you and thank you too much.  


really?  


Get the fuck over it. 


I don't say it to hear it said back to me, though it is nice to hear.  I say thank you when I am grateful or appreciate what was said or done. 


There are people and things that remind me of the beauty and wonder of my life and this self expression is how I appreciate such things. 


I want to remember living my life well, even when times are tough. That's when I begrudgingly learn the most.  


I try not to take anything for granted, for I never know how anyone's day will end or if there will be a tomorrow.  


Here's to living fantastically, for nothing is accomplished without passion. 

Morning discussions

Man 1 (M1) and I had a great conversation this morning. A time of checking in, reflecting, lovingly discussing old and new things.

Discussing the seriousness of neglect, M1 helps me be honest with what is really happening, helps focus,and find solutions.

Each moment clarifying that actions speak louder than words. Coming to find something else about myself ~ a three minute insertion by a half flacid cock that keeps gettig softer and softer does NOT count as penetration. No, lover, I really don't do it for you. and that's ok.

There is someone I DID do IT for. He and his hard cock were One of the most wonderful passionate things I've experienced in a rather long time.and it was fun!

M1 is happy about my experiences with this person, regardless of whether or not sex is involved. M1 is excited and excited for me. We are both hoping for good things, and regardless of what happens the friendship is here for him from both of us.

Honestly, M1 is excited about having someone to befriend, though he is still cautious. Especially with what is happening with M2 and what happened with woman 1 (W1).

I don't blame him, but I don't want to carry that baggage and throw it onto anyone else. I don't think it's fair.

Both of us are focusing on the positive, excited for new things, and welcoming new people into our life.

Realizing, wih great joy in my heart, that the happiness and excitement is similar and radiating from M1~ even though he is proceeding with caution.

I'm a lucky girl, blessed with wonderful people in my life. They may be coming, going, or hanging on for the ride, but they are there. I am learning from and growing because of them. Regardless of if the experience is positive or negative, I am blessed, becoming better because of them.

ps~ special thanks to M1 for helping me write this blog~

Touch~

I read an interesting article today regarding touch, which I highly recommend.


To Touch Or Not To Touch: Exploring the Myth of Prohibition On Touch In Psychotherapy And Counseling Clinical, Ethical & Legal Considerations By Ofer Zur, Ph.D. & Nola Nordmarken, MFT



One of my favorite quotes from the article:


"In a study done by Jourard (1966), people from different cultures were observed in casual conversation. He counted the number of times they touched during a one-hour period. Touching occurred 180 times an hour in Puerto Rico, 110 times in Paris, in London, 0; and in the U.S., 2."


I'm thinking it's past time to go back to the Mother Land. 


The thing about Puerto Ricans, there is never a shortage of love for anyone or the numerous ways we express the countless forms of love.

Love part 1

Person A~  I love you

Person B ~  I love you more. 

It boggles me when someone says "i love you more"  

I don't think that's possible. It doesn't make sense. 

One, I think person B is being insulting and discrediting person A.  

Two, how is one person able to love more than another?  

There either is or there is not love. 

Love is not conditional nor is it quantifiable. It simply is. It is not something you 'have' or can keep safe and hidden away.

When you love someone, you love everything about that person.  At least i do, even the things i do not necessarily "like" in their behavior, it is still a part of them, and i love them. 

In truly loving another being able to celebrating their joys and feeling the pain of their heartache.

I do feel that there are different types of love. Existing without reason or condition, blooming from kindness and nurtured by compassion. 

I feel that love is something so simple and easy, it is complex and difficult for many. It is for me at times. Afraid to let go, give into it, and feel. Being honest and learning from Love.

Learning to love, learning from love and becoming a better person because of it. Not only with others but also in learning to love oneself and be as good to you as you would another... so very difficult, learning to set healthy boundaries.

One of my favorite quotes is from the novel 'Time Enough for Love' by Robert Heinlein :

"The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had Time Enough, he could Love all of the majority who are decent and just."

Wow, how would that be?

Being honest with myself, and daring to allow my heart to open up and love, whether reciprocated or not... and walking away when things are no longer 'healthy', without bitterness and still feel that love and compassion... psssst: I'm still learning.

Usually when I can do it, another door opens to something better than I thought possible.   

Because of these experiences, I understand more of myself, my mortality... I have no time to live my life in guarded fear.

Regardless of how easy it is to be comfortably numb.

to be continued~