Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Note to self. . .
When you say to the Universe, I'm feeling disconnected from my body. I'm feeling that the only thing my body is good for is pain. I want to remember that my body is for joy and pleasure and sensuality. Send me someone to help remember that. Don't be surprised, oh idiot, when the Universe says -- OK.
And don't be surprised when, the Universe having listened in on all those little secret fantasies of yours, this person is fucking beautiful. And sexy. And totally, completely into making you feel all those things you'd forgotten.
Now, oh idiot, is NOT a good time to get all self-conscious and shy and worried about how he'll react to your body. This body you do love, remember?
Gah. Note to self: remember, when you ask for something and the Universe delivers, you've still got to ACT ON IT!!
Gods Damn Southern Baptist upbringing...grumblegrumblegrumble...