Seduction

The art of seduction does not come easily and when it fails, it is pathetically sad.

Sexting is as common place as your daily overpriced, oversugared and overdone latte.  Everyone, including your 90 year old great-grandmother, is sexting.  If you are one of the .0000001% that has no idea what I'm talking about, its texting sexy pictures and sexy talk on your cell phone.  While I think its great that people are embracing their sexual side, many of you need to take a class on how to do this. A single word can take your text from sad and corny to hot and steamy.

A lot of people will say they don't care about seduction, they enjoy when their partner is blunt....they're lying.  It is our nature to be turned on by suggestion, enticement and innuendoes. It is the implied invite to what we can't have that will bring even the strongest resolve crumbling down.  There is no deliciousness when someone says "I want to f*** you from behind."  That may be what both parties want, but phrasing it that way creates no anticipation and seduction is all about anticipation.

I want to pull you close and breathe in the fragrance of you....
Feel your skin against my lips....tasting its spiciness.....
Discovering you again and again through touch and taste......
Then, when I have uncovered every secret your body is trying to keep from me....
Exhausted your resolve....
Slowly turn you around, consuming the space between us till.......

Do I have your attention now?

Desires do not have an Expiration Date

Today I turn 42.

When I was I kid, like most children, I thought being 30 was ancient.  You should pretty much give up on life at that point, in your 40s...well just forget about it.  So much wrongness to that!  At this point in my life I feel like there is nothing I can't do.  I'm so excited about the future and what I'm going to make of it.

Today, on my 42nd birthday, I am going to start a Desire Journal.  Not a place to talk about my day or vent about my problems, but a place to express my desires.  Desires as small as a good hair day and as large as finding "the one."

When you fill your life with desire, it leaves no room for stagnation and complacency.  Desire fuels that fire in your belly to reach for more than what is in front you.  It gives your world vibrancy and color and all you need to do to have it simply acknowledge it.

Today I turn 42 and I Desire the world.

Your Approval is Not Required

Even the strongest of souls has that little voice in the back of the mind saying "will everyone approve of this?" It is human nature to seek approval for our choices, and those that claim they never care what anyone thinks of them are not being honest with us or themselves.

This weekend I finally got my tattoo that I have been thinking about for too many years to admit. I originally wanted something small that I could conceal when I choose and reveal with I choose. I decided to have a beautiful henna design done to pay homage to my love for and involvement in the arabic culture. My friend asked me what the design was going to look like and I said "I don't know, the artist is going to draw it on the fly." Kind of the way I live my life! The artist did such an amazing job but she drew it so much larger than I had planned. I was thinking something about 1 or 2 inches; the design was 7 inches long and 2 inches wide. When I looked at it in the mirror it was too perfect to change a thing. It seemed to flow with my body as if it had always been there. I decided to leap and gave her the go ahead.

This being my first tattoo I envisioned it was going to be horrific searing pain. Initially there were a couple of times that took my breath away, but instead of fighting the pain I started taking it in as part of the milestone. I started thinking about how I was getting this tattoo by myself, just like so many other things in my life, I was doing it alone. Instead of that being a sad thing it was a reminder of my strength and all that I am capable of.

Each time the needle touched my body it bore the mark of a difficulty in my life, a triumph, a heartache, an accomplishment, a disappointment and the pure joy of how amazing my life is. Each stroke of the needle was no longer about the design, but a mark of pride for all that had been right AND wrong in my life. I was so in the zone of what this all was for me that by the time she finished I was actually so relaxed I almost fell asleep.

I love my tattoo and what it represent to me. I have friends who have seen it and love it as much as I do. I have others in my life that will be most disturbed by it, but that can't be helped. It is already such a apart of me not just physically but mentally and emotionally.

Whatever it is that you are afraid to do, whatever you think the people in your life won't approve it, stop standing in your own way. No matter how much people are there for you and friends support you, ultimately it all comes down to you and only you.

So, make your choices and commit to them proudly and wholeheartedly. The people who love you will always support you, even if they don't agree with you. Those that don't are no longer needed.


The amazing artist that created for me, Tiffany Garcia:    http://www.Tiffany-Garcia.com

Nice to meet you, may I kiss you?

I love kissing.

I love the deliciousness of it. The joining of lips, sometimes perfectly and sometimes exquisitely not perfect. The first kiss, the feeling that dances in your tummy like champaign from anticipation, the nervousness of that intimate introduction, its all so thrilling. The mingling of breath and lips, the stopping of time, merging of space, everything around you falling away into the void.

There is so much you learn about the person in that moment. Are their lips firm or soft? Is there intensity or hesitance? Shy, tender, bold, strong? Do they taste salty, sweet, or savory? There is an honesty you get from a kiss that can be masked in conversation. Even if the person isn't really in the moment, there are certain things you just can't hide when you are that close to another person. We all fumble our way along the road to the way we kiss. There is no guidebook, no flash cards, either you don't want your friends to know your lack of experience or you listen to the made up advice they give to mask their lack of experience. We all have our "technique" born out of trial and error.......usually many errors. The thing we did on accident that someone said they really liked, that one move we will NEVER do again (shudder), its all elements in the road map to now.

I love the difference between kissing someone you love and kissing someone you like. With someone you love it has such intensity, such emotion, such delectable lusciousess, you actually became dizzy. It is such a raw, physical and overwhelming exchange. With someone you like, its light, free, comforting and easy.

A kiss, a little taste of someone that you carry with you long after they have left you.

Shock Value

There are two kinds of Shock Value, the obvious one and the intelligent one. So much of our world today is fueled by the obvious one, going for the pure reactionary response. Once the shock has passed, so has the event and the public is on to the next one.

I love the intelligent shock value. Something that rocks your foundation and makes you question the norms around you. I thrive at destroying stereo types, demolishing preconceived ideas, I take personal pleasure in stirring the intellectual pot.

This blog will be dedicated to the Brazenness in me, the supreme confidence I have in that I am not defined by anyone's acceptance.

Are you up for the ride?

Do you dare?

I have a fantasy.....

I'm at a restaurant with friends having a fabulous evening of food and laughter. I excuse myself to go freshen up in the ladies room and as I'm weaving my way through the crowded bar I encounter a gentleman going the opposite direction. Personal space is non-existent at this point, and as we squeeze past each other our eyes lock and a wave of something primal hits us. Without a word, we both lean forward and kiss, one of those deliciously soft but intense kisses that you feel with every pore of your being. Then, still without a word, we continue our opposite directions and back to our lives.

I've actually had sometime similar happen, not quite so spontaneous, but close. There is something slightly naughty and oh so delectable about the idea of such an intimate and anonymous encounter. I'm not talking about those drunken embarrassing antics that you regret the next day. No, a clear of mind, exquisitely unexpected, can't be explained moment that leaves you feeling a little high.

Tell me, if you could, would you dare?