I am both his lover and his devotee. Once during prayer, I freudian slipped and said his name when I was addressing God. Through his love, my spirit expands and my doubts eroded. To him, I am eternally devoted.
My version <3 As follows: INS: Gratitude. Self agency. Daily walks. Consuming some form of animal-based protein daily (non-negotiable). Raw organ meat. Perfecting the art of the blowjob (always in). Daily stretching (hips and legs especially). Reading fiction. Reaching out to the people you’ve been avoiding for no reason other than your own mental abstractions about not being good enough and strong feelings of shame. You know which people. You care about them deeply, and they deserve to hear from you. Reaching out to your relatives on a regular basis, especially your grandparents. Honesty. Even when it’s painfully awkward and hurtful to acknowledge out loud. Saying no/revoking consent/being rude when necessary. Probiotics. Lending Grace to others, and perhaps more importantly, yourself. OUTS Frequent complaining. Purchasing excessive supplements and skincare products (which typically do more harm than good anyway). Learned helplessness. Abilify. Shame-spirals. Plant-based diets...
You awaken to the sounds of a gentle stream and chirping birds. You lie on a soft bed of dew-speckled moss. Warm dappled sunlight shines between the palms above. The air is filled with the scents of citrus and petrichor. From time to time, angelic apparitions pass by, stopping to gently offer a warm welcome and a kiss. And the first time in far too long, you are completely, wholly at ease. All is well. For W.S. I love you forever, Eva
No, my body does not “keep score”. My body does not “keep” anything other than the necessary parts and processes with which it needs to function and thrive. When my body is hurt, it will either heal or die, but I will take care of it regardless. My body is God’s plaything. My body is the harbinger of the creative spirit and Life itself. My body is not a scorekeeper; it is a portal.