I am fascinated by how the dynamics of cognitive dissonance and post-trauma stress deeply shape our society, the way rocks on the stream bed shape the surface of the river above; I think understanding that is key to understanding and repairing how very fucked up things are. And I would love to spank you, not only to feel your bottom in my hand (love that), and to develop a sense communication / flesh memory response between my hand and your buttocks, but also to explore the emotional meaning we have buried deeply (or not so) and to just what else it is hardwired both as the spankee and the spanker. Also I love to feel you writhe and squirm — what’s up with that?
Valentine’s
Valentine’s Day
From Barbara Walker’s The Woman’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets
The original Valentine’s Day on the Ides of February was Rome’s Lupercalia, a festival of sexual license. Young men chose partners for erotic games by drawing “billets” — small papers — with women’s names on them. Christians denounced these prototypical valentines as “heathens’ lewd customs.” Churchmen tried to substitute saints’ names and short sermons on the billets, but people soon reverted to the old love-notes. February was sacred to Juno Februata, Goddess of the “fever” (febris) of love. The church replaced her with a mythhical Saint Valentine, who was endowed with several contradictory biographies. One of them made him a handsome Roman youth, executed at the very moment his sweetheart received his billet of love.
St Valentine became a patron of lovers perforce, because the festival remained dedicated to lovers despite all official efforts to change it. Even in its Christianized for, the Valentinian festival involved sex worship, called “a rite of spiritual marriage with angel in the nuptial chamber.” Ordinary human beings engaged before witnesses in an act of sexual intercourse described as the marriage of Sophia and the Redeemer. A spoken formula said, in part, “Let the seed of light descend into thy bridal chamber, recei the bridegroom … open thine arms to embrace him. Behold, grace has descended upon thee.”
An Introduction To The Endocannabinoid System
by Dustin Sulak, D.O .
ON OCTOBER 11, 2015 | via Rest.me
As a physician, I am naturally wary of any medicine that purports to cure-all. Panaceas, snake-oil remedies, and expensive fads often come and go, with big claims but little scientific or clinical evidence to support their efficacy. As I explore the therapeutic potential of cannabis, however, I find no lack of evidence. In fact, I find an explosion of scientific research on the therapeutic potential of cannabis, more evidence than one can find on some of the most widely used therapies of conventional medicine.
Learning about sex
Well, I’m still learning the whole man thing, having pretty much given up on being a lesbian, which I’m pretty sure was my first choice. But as for sex, that I learned about from some tacky little pamphlet (or two) in my daddy’s bottom drawer.
I wonder about this, was it just early conditioning, or did my father and I share proclivities. His tastes in porn ran to books about older women and incest — two, which I swiped and kept were “My Mother Seduced Me,” an explicit novel about growing up with a young attractive, sexually active, widowed mother, and “Women Who Seduce Boys,” a collection of explicit short stories with a variety of plot lines that all ended in the same general buffet of sweaty fevered delights.