“Jam Is Just Fruit That’s Been Remembered… or Forgotten” & Other Musings.
If I were living purely from my body, I might have achieved some world record for sexual activity, or at least be the belle of some wild bordello. Perhaps a Black Moulin Rouge singer4—I love seduction, I love sex, I love an exposed shoulder, the curves of the hip, the moment of realizing that under the top layer of clothing there’s no bra or boxers
... See moreadrienne maree brown, Rodriguez, • Pleasure Activism: The Politics of Feeling Good (Emergent Strategy Book 1)
I am porous to the world, a kind of joyful sponge for the affectations and interests of the people I love. It has been the work of my life to build slightly firmer boundaries around myself so that I can figure out where I end and the people I love begin.
Christina Joyce Hauser • The Crane Wife: A Memoir in Essays
I don't know where desire begins; whether it is with us from birth, latent as genes and destiny, or comes as gift and curse somewhere along the way. Whatever its roots, surely its particular expression in each lifetime is shaped by what touches us: culture, experience, relationships, history. Had I come of age in a different time and place, perhaps
... See moreMinal Hajratwala • Leaving India: My Family's Journey from Five Villages to Five Continents
I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.”
I suppose what I’m trying to offer here, both to myself and to you, is this:
Permission to trust what is happening when you can’t seem to find the words.
Permission to take off your meaning-making hat and simply soften into the moment.
Permission to let what you lo... See more
I suppose what I’m trying to offer here, both to myself and to you, is this:
Permission to trust what is happening when you can’t seem to find the words.
Permission to take off your meaning-making hat and simply soften into the moment.
Permission to let what you lo... See more
Like a river flows
I discovered, in the arms of others, that I was not an ugly, shy loner of a girl. I could be beautiful, witty, brilliant, flirtatious, coy, sensual, myself. I discovered power, and the power of surrender. I drew new outlines of my moral life: respect, communication, honesty, but not chastity. And of my body: mine.