Sandpapery clit

[Ed note: Like the previous post, I originally posted this last week. Then deleted it. But now it’s back. You can tell I had my doubts about this from the note I inserted at the time. Lesson learned – always go with your first instinct. And given that this is a week old, you may wonder how it’s going fighting the good fight. I’m winning some and losing some battles. The Gemini twins can be brutal when they’re pissed at each other!)

It doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it? Nope. But that’s what it was last night. If I ever needed confirmation that orgasms are cerebral for me, last night was it. Caught up in my fear and personal drama, it couldn’t even rub myself to sleep. Also got confirmation this morning that sleepless nights lead to bloodshot and wrinkly eyes. But honestly, if all I have to worry about is signs of physical aging, I’ll take it.

A lot of new age stuff that I read says that people approach life from a point of love or fear. And for most people, it’s fear. Fear that manifests as, among other lovely traits, insecurity, ignorance, envy … the kind of stuff that keeps therapists in business. I’ll take love over fear any time. I never had illusions that this kind of life change would be a walk along the beach into the sunset. It may seem like walking off a cliff sometimes … like right now. My adrenal glands are working overtime right now with all the stress, cortisol is pumping through my body, which means I’m oscillating between fight/flight. So I’ll take fight. Fight for the life I love. Fight for the people I love. Fight for me.

(Ed note: I suspect I may regret these last two posts later on. But in the spirit of truth, I’m going to press Publish now.)