Posts Tagged ‘embodiment’
When I don’t ignore my body, I don’t disappear
I’m noticing a connection. On Saturday when I saw M., we tried sitting down to talk. Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable. There really isn’t a comfortable way to sit in that room. He even admitted that. Usually he takes the chair and I sit on that weird folded futon. It’s not comfortable. And there have…
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I’m noticing a connection. On Saturday when I saw M., we tried sitting down to talk. Almost immediately, I felt uncomfortable. There really isn’t a comfortable way to sit in that room. He even admitted that. Usually he takes the chair and I sit on the weird folded futon. It’s not comfortable. And there have…
Read MoreIf We Met Again
It begins as if I am dreaming. The air between us is charged, the way it used to hum before a storm. I don’t know if it’s memory or premonition, only that my body recognizes him before my mind does. The space is the same, but something has changed. There is no tension of expectation,…
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Earlier this week, I was on a little vacation, getting a massage, and something clicked into place. I’ve often wondered if I have a kink around receiving massage—but I’m starting to think it’s not a kink so much as a preference born of wisdom. The truth is, I prefer being touched by men who are…
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