My Birthday FAWK

The Pussy General’s Butt Anchor was put on this earth through me and my earth mother, of course. May the January days of Aquarius not pass by without a butt wave to you, beloved subscriber. I have held on tooth and hang nail and I hope you have too. If just barely there, you deserve my kind of birthday FAWK. NUDY art!

NUDY ~ It is the solid foundational step to opening my arms and legs to you with mission abandon. This mission isn’t my imagination or impulse to exhibit ~ it’s about dancing down the demons of sin-sad-saturated religious nonesense that I took for mental dominance. Those days of that shadow unchallenged end now.

Would you join me with a slap on the newborn maiden’s butt anchor? Of course, she’s a fully formed maiden springing from the mind of a different Zeus. The Yang Prime of Enlightened Dick, but regrettably, I haven’t given you that published mission role yet. Pussy General’s about to drop her water from the sky, so perhaps this (shhhhhh, not done yet, for my bday Feb 3rd) 55K FAWK Fellatio project shall be from ED’s holy wholly amazing shaft of light.

Can I ask for another present? Your quiet cheering that business support arrives so the story makes the semi-linear page. My fellatio history is classic, epic hot tragedy, and emerging. Without NUDY, there is no motivation for me to share it, just more boring erotica and that won’t do for M.E. NUDY is forgiveness and that’s what the war of the sexes deserves. Fading those memories, creating the new.

SLLLLAAAAAAPPPPP~!!! Welcome to the New Earth Sex World, NUDY child. So grateful you lived through your birth!

Fading FAWK Memory (c) Muthaship Communication

Feminism or FAWK

If I admit my fear in the question am I a feminist, does that make me weak or strong? I changed the blog header from futuristic NUDY to seeking the low ~ that contains my answer.

First, sex. Expanding my heart as a futuristic NUDY means bringing sensual & sexual public healing centerstage. Petrified with delight to give my life over to this. Butt…blogging is on hold. Why? It’s overtime on my big push to move out of Brooklyn.

I face the danger of compromise if I stay here much longer. Yet Brooklyn gave me time away from the usual so my inner ear could attune. Listening is the entire point of championing NUDY. I listned to my suffering here. Five years and I’m house mom, kitchen manager, and compassion companion to the old folks.

Second, the “second sex” aka the reason for feminism. Bottom line — I’m grateful for it. The big F! Without it, we’d still have open date rape in the workplace. Don’t waste your time commenting the contrary because that story is in my family. I know its effects.

Yet if I were to cling to an attitude of feminism forever, I’d be wasting my time in mental hell. Everything changes. Feminism must change but what exactly is that change? Could it be FAWK? The new F in my Life!

FAWK is a kindness of faith ~ that war of the sexes abates if the inate genius of every human is attended to. If we forgive what we made in collective hell. I imagine fawking forgiveness as the anti-battle cry in a waging peace between cis males and cis females.

To forgive is to yield ~ to seek the low. The heart yields. Nothing to prove. Nothing producing a very rich inner field.

I stumbled upon a concept today I had never heard — benevolent feminism. In a nutshell, it seems to be attitudes of putting women on pedestals can be problematic. Paradoxically, yes it can. But what tears the pedestal down? Listening, patience, understanding, forgiveness. All receptive, yin, feminine qualities we amplify within our individual energy field if we only…

FAWK. Deeply listen. Bringing contemplation of the sexual, bringing forgiveness into sex as foreplay…oh fawk me! I must move so these tools may begin! I must change. I must answer back to my fear am I ready to FAWK?

{seek the low}

Yielding is not weak, it is strong. Water appears weak but penetrates rock. The low point of a forest is wet, damp, dark just like the womb, the pussy field where all human life begins. Low is quiet. Quiet draws within. If I draw you within me, our bodies melding, your member or your hand welcomed inside me, exploring my ribbed inner canyons, is this shared vulnerability of ours a worthy risk? Weak in the knees as shared power? Can we listen to that richness and hold it?

Feminism had to sweep in because men were conditioned to compromise their heart genius thus squander true richness: holding up women as dynamically different AND equal. How can a man value tenderness and hold it in highest esteem if he cannot hear his own screams of pain? Enter FAWK. Because (cis) man and woman can learn and change. I used to fear asking men to change. FAWK is changing this fear in me. {Feminists everywhere, I’m not sorry for being human but I am now catching up. Marie thanks every wave of you and so do I.}

My bottom line (my B-Side in Pussy General): Feminism must be willing to change as we FAWK or else there’s endless war and that’s not a future vision I’m willing to hold. Fawking forgiveness is my new feminism.

Paradox to the max — I had to become the epitomy of what many feminists abhor (Brooklyn housewife energy) to uncover my feminine strength (soft) thus open my heart to be unapologetic in my new desire to FAWK and give NUDY to men! TBC…

I am cosmic portal ~ enter me NUDY. Seek the low, yield, heed softness. Change. And thrive.

Future Sex Risk

What does sex of the future resemble? That’s the subject of my current memoir manuscript. I’ll know when I go, so ask me in December. (NaNoWriMo you rock.)

I’ve risked absolutely everything (graphic uncredited)

Graphics like these stir the pot of dissatisfaction, and that’s not helpful enough. So why share it? Because sex falls into a rut in long term relationships. Taking a risk to shift it, spilling a long held secret, yeah, that’s why it’s worth posting. To put risk in our face.

Risk. We must take more of them. My idea of risk in sex isn’t will I fall in love, will it be an orgasm from the beyond? Hey, those are pretty amazing risks!

BUTT it’s not the risk in NUDY. Sex of the future? Not sure. (Yet.) Sex RISK of the future? Doing it in the gift frequency, the open-hearted genius where giving and receiving are ONE. If one partner shifts to the gift and the other doesn’t…that’s risk.

Sorry, George Jetson. Doing it in your radium powered flying cars does sound cool. I’ll take doing it for the Footies on stage in the mission stadium. NUDY of course. Thrilling, passionate NUDY. How about you? What is sex risk future anything for you?

P.S. NUDY is not dominance but it is submission ~ oceans of words to discuss with you but I beg patience, trusting you with my soul is the ultimate risk and I am working up to give it