Hello and Happy Fall. I’ve taken the spring and summer off from blogging as I healed my heart after the death of a beloved father figure and my pup Lichen. Duluth offers a richness in the warmer months. I drank it in. Now though I feel as if I’m learning how to ride my SiMC blog bike all over again. This year I’m focused on moving the project from personal essay to research and social science. I’m asking more questions about the intersections of whiteness and pleasure and anti-racism.
During Minnesota winter, it’s very important to take high does of immunity boosting supplements. Beside lots of exercise, sleep, pleasure (sex, art, satisfying work, community, playtime in the Wilds, and solitude), I also take mad doses of Vitamin C. Vitamin C(rush) that is.
Last week, I picked up the fantastic, palm-size zine Awesome Things at the Minnesota Center for Book Arts (MCBA). It’s offered many gems- meditations on things that lend to the author’s life.
It’s the beginning of December and I’ve started to reflect on the year. These past eleven months have been so good to me. I can’t help but wonder if some of the goodness has come from committing to having an orgasm a day last New Years.
Thinking of folx who organize community events- what makes radical and queer and pleasure-positive, radical queer and pleasure-positive.
I love spaciousness. I live four blocks from Lake Superior. This great lake moves me on the daily because of her impossible to develop square area, shifting colors, dramatic shifts in mood in minutes flat, invitations to swim during warmer months. Its surface and shorelines change constantly too yet the hugeness and horizon where water meets sky is a constant. Yes, wide wide water is my thing. Always has been, I believe, always will be.
Flirting on the dance floor, sitting drinking tea together in my office, cuddling on a couch, dancing in and out of different gallery spaces at an art show hoping to see her again and again, fucking for hours in a hotel bed early morning. There is no more light or dark in any of these acts. My mental concepts have just assigned different meaning. I queer these relationships with light and dark.
Intimacy just happens in summer. In winter, intimacy requires special plans, getaway adventures, great art...
I love moments of shared awareness used to make something out of the attraction, pleasure and desire I feel about and with another person.
It’s WITCH month and I want to give a shout out to all the womXn in my life. Holy! 2017 covens and feminist explosions everywhere= art+awareness+activist Families, beautiful Co-workers, intoxicating Lovers, dearest Friends, creative Producers I love you so much
I'm sitting with countless ways to feel good, how certain practices contrast and compliment others.
Damn have I, even as queer and sex positive as I think I am, bought into a mega boring, minimalizing, bullshit way of thinking about relationships...
Hmmm, how fun to model fictional characters who allow ultimate goodness into their lives and will… no matter where they live, who they love, or what they have. It’s an inspiring practice!
My QIwP is a tool and a way of undressing the world. Stand touching, naked with my many lived in worlds. This connection is justice and beauty. Is pulsing blood for me.
After the third, the phrase “I’m fun to have sex with” floated through my head. I noticed it and smiled. This last week has been all about dedication to watching thoughts come up and choosing not to get carried away by them. It was a mild flirting with the idea of death, or moreover, the idea of letting go of all I absolutely Love about life- and there is SO FREAKING MUCH I do love.
Let’s go back to the drawing board people! This is our hearts we’re talking about, out sex lives, our families of choice!!! There are endless options and examples in our small community about how ethical non monogamy equals creative love design.
A crush is a spark, a match, do I want to feed the fire? Fire, light, life, sex. All of this sits right here between us at the Spring Equinox. I want to feel my fire, light, life, sex in ways known and unknown. That is the best way to describe this moment. Spring equinix if the balance of the known and the unknown. It is really quite delicious.
I have and enjoy sex because of the sheer awesomeness of the shared physicality, because of the emotionality and warmth and fun of it.
This is about training my brain and head and body. Letting go and allowing intuition to steer, trust my human foot on the gas, the new and substantive places I can go. Right now SIMC is the option, andnd Duluth feminism.
The words love potion popped into my head. Still feeling the ease of taking the ibuprofen, let’s call this a feeling state, I started imagining what I want. The ultimate personal SIMC scenario.