A few weeks ago I published a story titled “The Problem with Men Giving Women Dating Advice.”
In it, I shared how I went on a first date with a guy, had what I perceived to be a lovely connection, only to never hear back from him again.
It was the first time for me to go on a first date with anyone after a long break from the dating scene. I arrived with low expectations but found myself having such a beautiful time that I didn’t want it to end.
I thought the guy was as interested as I was, but I was wrong. Completely wrong. Which is OK — but what I was not OK with was that he didn’t bother to communicate with me to let me know. …
She had an evil stepmother and wicked stepsisters alright.
And she was kind and humble and oppressed.
But she wasn’t exceptionally pretty or anything.
She was just plain. And wild.
Early on in her life, she realized that she didn’t fit in.
She loved being outdoors, enjoying the beauty of nature.
She could spend hours listening to the voices of the creek and all of its creatures.
It was during these quiet moments in nature that she could sense her body beaming with a subtle flow of energy. Her body was like an ocean with distant waves touching the shores of her surroundings. There was no distinct boundary between it and everything else. …
I started my slow-sex journey around 15 years ago.
I was in a long-term relationship that was far from ideal and our sex life was miserable. On the rare occasions we did have sex, it was not enjoyable. Not for me — and I dare say not for my partner either.
At some stage, I started diving into the realm of mindful sex, and something deep inside me changed. Sex stopped being something to be ashamed of.
Instead, sex shifted into a holistic experience.
It was a gradual journey. And although the relationship that propelled me into this journey did not last, I have had the opportunity to explore slow sex in a few other relationships since then. …