Reading Rumi
Scraps of Rumi poems and my thoughts… *** Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself. A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower. *** Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be held. … Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought! Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open? Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence. Flow down and down in always widening rings of being. *** I write Read more…
Why I write Smut
I was a virgin until the age of 24. A product of a religious upbringing and my own prudish zeal, I didn’t even learn (allow myself to learn) how to masturbate until age 23. Yep. My parents weren’t that strict, but the private faith-based schools we went to steeped all girls in “purity culture”, where our virginity was highly valued. I once attended a school assembly where a teacher compared losing one’s virginity to licking an envelope and closing it…only to have to rip it open and do it again, over and over, the seal getting marred and messed up Read more…
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