We live in loops because we’re slow learners.
We need to see things again and again and again and again to understand how we end up in the same spot.
It is not our curse - it is our opportunity.
Our advantage is our ability to stack our
knowledge. The layering of our experiences allows us to create depth and difference.
Or it can be seen as the web we’re stuck in.
I’ve always struggled to sit still.
Slow used to feel like a punishment.
The slight desire to run at all times.
From what and to where often undecided.
Just a sensation that lives under the skin of this meatsuit.
I’ve explored a lot about what it means to be uncomfortable - internally and externally.
Within yourself
With yourself
By yourself
I’ve realized that the desire to run comes from wanting to put distance between myself and what makes me uncomfortable.
I can run from myself by changing my state.
Or location.
Or focus.
I believe big risk equals big reward.
But I also believe forever risking big is a big risk.
There is a time and place to flip tables.
And just as many to sit patiently at them.
I’m working on the later.
Words from @themaxeisenhardt
In many ways my partner feels bigger than me, in personality, presence and power.
While her head barely makes it to my collar bone, I like that I can feel small around her and other times feel like a big physical force.
There's this intrinsic feeling of our forms fitting well together.
We're great spooners.
SLUT STUDY SESSION
Topic: Bondage
Source: The Bottoming Book
There are many motivations to want to be in bondage.
I personally like to feel ropes against my skin, but don't like my mobility taken away from me.
How do you feel about bondage?
What does it mean to choose vs. flow?
To put conscious effort into a direction or to allow the momentum of circumstance to dictate.
What if one predicates the other?
For flow to happen, there has to be an opportunity.
Life doesn’t just grab you.
You have to m33t it half way.
If you are poisoning your mind with expectations, you are sealing the fate of your future.
If you are unhappy about where things are, you have the power to involve yourself in where they are going.
Time's going to pass regardless - might as well take chances.
You'll never get to operate with adult cognition and teenage tits.
Age like wine and cheese rather than cars and computers.
Ease into smoothness, richness, value and distinction.
It's been hard to be consistent with any of my practices.
Or that's the excuse I've been telling myself.
I've been on the move for almost 8 months now - the longest period of displacement in my life.
But certainly not my first.
This one has come with a certain type of calm afforded by age + experience + trauma.
But none the less - living out of one bag and multiple locations makes for a lot of disruption in flow and habits.
In my y0unger years my selfie game was strong.
I was desperate to see a version of myself I certainly didn’t feel like yet and vanity was a safe and accessible place to explore that.
My version of vanity didn’t wear much clothing.
I only felt sexy in fragments of time and did my best to freeze as many as possible for future dissociative purposes.
When I look at my collection of self shot smut, I get a glimpse at the uninhibited snake that truly drives my meatsuit.
Because sometimes on the surface I can get caught up in appearing like a genderless potato.
There is a theory that our final need isn’t “self actualization” but “transcendence”.
A whole other layer of the pyramid that got left along the way.
But when we look at the rest of the hierarchy with that need as the pinnacle goal, the road to get to it seems to change.
Extrinsic rewards have become the way to measure progress.
Even though they’re collected to satisfy intrinsic desires.
It makes so much more sense to water the roots than pour water on the petals.
I lost my Instagram again.
Unsurprising, given how hard I pushed it.
Maybe I was looking to get punished.
Told I didn't belong.
Either way, the timing felt all too fitting.
Earlier that day I had been asking myself "how can I be better using my time?" All platforms serve a purpose.
I think apps can be incredibly addictive and dangerous - but we also choose how to let them into our lives.
I've found it to be important to place boundaries on these places in order to be very specific about what I'm looking for from them.
For me - it's work. While that can come in the form of connection and collaboration, ultimately that is work.
It's also play and art and so much more, but it can become addictive.
It can be too easy to fill more gaps and take on more.
Opportunities are there, the net is wide and the swiping is infinite.
And I can get lost in the noise and forget about the music that's already playing.
The people already around me.
The half-finished projects and hobbies sitting in the backs of all of our closets. The goals that don't involve looking outside or online or anywhere else.
So maybe this is me being melodramatic or hyperbolic or hormonal over the second loss of a digital place, but ultimately I choose to see any death as an invitation for space.
Usually I think it's to make space for something better to come in. But right now when I look around, and when I journal about it, I have a lot of good around me.
I have a lot of projects to work on, relationships to invest in and ways to fill my time, wallet and dopamine.
I don't always need more.
Sometimes I just need to be reminded of what I have.