Being an Un-Bird

Sex Isn’t Hard, You’re Hard.

Hello World, 

I found something wonderful. Imaginative. Beautiful. That captured my heart and springs laughing somber tears to my eyes.

I was having a discussion with my internet pen pal and we came to a conclusion that three thing make the world go round. Money, Sex, and Sleep. Period. If you don’t have a three than your incomplete. We didnt add love, because its entirely cliche or maybe perhaps love debunks all three. Oooohh I like that….

Anyway, sex being so important, a lot of energy goes into knowing about, experiencing it, getting more, getting better, being the best, cumming, etc. Honestly its tiring. Just damn tiring. It shouldn’t be so cumbersome and hard. It isn’t, at least not naturally. We make it so much harder than it has to be. Truly unnecessary.

Reflecting this perfectly is a note of some sort I found on FetLife by some bloke named, Skwyrtle. In it, he perfectly encompasses this backward mindset we have on sex and rages against it. In re- learning it, I’ve never felt more liberated and I hope to God, I can carry it with me into every bed I enter for the rest of existence.

Not A Test

“Sex is not a goddamn performance.
Sex should feel as natural as drinking water.

It should not require confidence.

Sex should happen, because the moment is ripe.

Ripening lips, ripening labia, ripening cock, ripening pupils, ripening state of being. Ripe and augmented and brimming. Your energy goes to your pumping heart, then to every external nerve, then to theirs, on fire.

You bask, roll, play in it. You sigh, moan, laugh.

It’s not about being “good in bed.”

It’s about being happy.

One should never worry if they’re doing it “correctly.” Sex is not factual. I don’t want your cookie-cutter sex, I don’t want your meticulously crafted, calculated, fool-proof fuck. I don’t want a show. I want you. Let your instincts, urges and whims define that. It’s enough.What do most girls like? Forget about it. Statistics are meaningless when there’s only one. Hello, here’s me. Here’s you.

Don’t worry about taking it too slow. We got time. We got infinite rhythms, combinations, possibilities. Explore each fuck. Take our time. We can do a different one later.

Don’t worry about making me come. I’m here. Right where I want to be.

I am overwhelmed by wanting; you don’t have to convince me. I want you because I like you. So don’t put on a front. Don’t taint this.

I’m frustrated—it’s just authenticity I want.

It’s originality.

It’s passion.

It’s joy.

Don’t say that something I like is ugly. Don’t compare yourself to the rest. You will live and die with and within your experiences like everyone else. If someone thinks you are amazing, they are not wrong. Their universe is as real as any other; it is forged through perception.

I don’t care if you accidentally slammed my head into the wall, if you slipped out, if my arm cracked, if the delightful pressure of your wet lips on my anything made a silly sound. There is no right way and no wrong way.

“Good in bed,” what.

You’re good in my bed. I’m pleased you’re there. I feel it suits you.

Shove your technique. Let your memory swallow it. Fuck me like you’d fuck me, fuck me like you feel.

This isn’t a test.”

-Skwyrtle (Reddit)

What is Burning Man?

Hello World,

I’ve slacked on blogging except for the random picture or two. Its not that I’m busy but I’ve becoming infinitely fascinated with FetLife. Its perfect as far as kinkster communities go. That being said, I totally spaced out. I want to go to burning man this year but I completely spaced. Sigh I missed something really beautiful.

What is burning man? Only the biggest congregation of livers. No, not the large spongy organ located in the right cavity of your pudgy body, that is your biggest ally against a spontaneous death by alcoholism.  A liver as a person who lives. As you may have heard, Everybody dies but not everybody lives.

Anyone can breath. Breathing is easy. It’s automatic. Its not even consensual. Your cerebellum is essentially raping your body and the rest of your brain.

And you thought rape was bad???

Burning man is an experience like no other than absolutely changes you. Not as fickle as love, not as permanent as death but still exceedingly monumental. It’s about creating something not only physical but also creating something profound internally too, then smoldering it into nothingness. Such is life. We bring nothing but our minds and our selves. We create, love, hate, feel, express. Then we die, leaving nothing.

That doesn’t make our lives were nothing. No, rather it means we lived our lives as they we’re meant. I’ll stop here before I go into more of a philosophic diatribe. I found this on the interweb. Something written by Molly Steenson. I like her, as should you.

What is Burning Man?

By Molly Steenson

Hurtling down the road to the Black Rock Desert, the colors paint themselves like a spice cabinet — sage, dust, slate gray. Maybe you’re in your trusty car, the one that takes you to and from work every day. Perhaps you’ve got a spacious RV, your Motel 6 on wheels for the next days in the desert. Or you’re driving your glittering art car, complete with poker chips and mirroring to do a disco ball proud.

The two-lane highway turns off onto a new road. You drive slowly onto the playa, the 400 square mile expanse known as the Black Rock Desert. And there you’ve touched the terrain of what feels like another planet. You’re at the end — and the beginning — of your journey to Burning Man.

You belong here and you participate. You’re not the weirdest kid in the classroom — there’s always somebody there who’s thought up something you never even considered. You’re there to breathe art. Imagine an ice sculpture emitting glacial music — in the desert. Imagine the man, greeting you, neon and benevolence, watching over the community. You’re here to build a community that needs you and relies on you.

You’re here to survive. What happens to your brain and body when exposed to 107 degree heat, moisture wicking off your body and dehydrating you within minutes? You know and watch yourself. You drink water constantly and piss clear. You’ll want to reconsider drinking that alcohol (or taking those other substances) you brought with you — the mind-altering experience of Burning Man is its own drug. You slather yourself in sunblock before the sun’s rays turn up full blast. You bring enough food, water, and shelter because the elements of the new planet are harsh, and you will find no vending.

You’re here to create. Since nobody at Burning Man is a spectator, you’re here to build your own new world. You’ve built an egg for shelter, a suit made of light sticks, a car that looks like a shark’s fin. You’ve covered yourself in silver, you’re wearing a straw hat and a string of pearls, or maybe a skirt for the first time. You’re broadcasting Radio Free Burning Man — or another radio station.

You’re here to experience. Ride your bike in the expanse of nothingness with your eyes closed. Meet the theme camp — enjoy Irrational Geographic, relax at Bianca’s Smut Shack and eat a grilled cheese sandwich. Find your love and understand each other as you walk slowly under a parasol. Wander under the veils of dust at night on the playa.

You’re here to celebrate. On Saturday night, we’ll burn the Man. As the procession starts, the circle forms, and the man ignites, you experience something personal, something new to yourself, something you’ve never felt before. It’s an epiphany, it’s primal, it’s newborn. And it’s completely individual.

You’ll leave as you came. When you depart from Burning Man, you leave no trace. Everything you built, you dismantle. The waste you make and the objects you consume leave with you. Volunteers will stay for weeks to return the Black Rock Desert to its pristine condition.

 

But you’ll take the world you built with you. When you drive back down the dusty roads toward home, you slowly reintegrate to the world you came from. You feel in tune with the other dust-covered vehicles that shared the same community. Over time, vivid images still dance in your brain, floating back to you when the weather changes. The Burning Man community, whether your friends, your new acquaintances, or the Burning Man project, embraces you. At the end, though your journey to and from Burning Man are finished, you embark on a different journey — forever.

Time in Numbers

I found this somewhere on the interweb and thought it was pure loveliness. Whether it is the black and white of it or the community of it, or the motion stillness everywhere except for her hands. Whatever it is, I think it absolutely fascinating.