I’ve been accused of being many things, but never frigid.
Like many of my close pals, I admit to ranking the physical among some of the most important aspects of a romantic relationship. Like top three..two, maybe…you get the picture.
I’m tactile, and sensual, and love everything about physical intimacy. Everything. Don’t roll your eyes. Physical intimacy can be something powerful, beyond language or the mundane acts that bind lovers to one another. That’s why it’s called intimacy.
Sexual intimacy is a sacred bond between lover and beloved, with no accurate interpretation outside of that relationship. It’s alchemy unique to each interaction.
Vulnerability, trust and honesty are the foundation of this intimacy, and can be damn hard to cultivate. Fear has no place in this arena of affection, but it tries to muscle it’s way in. It whispers things like; be quiet, be modest, be ashamed.
My advice is to take a big ole’ paddle to Fear’s behind, and kick it out of your sexual psyche.
If you find someone you can be naked with regarding your desires, fears and insecurities, don’t ever lose them. Cherish the hell out of them and let them know. Get to know the dark and light corners of their soul and let that joy radiate from your smile. That’s what sensuality and loving someone’s body is about. This is the deep intimacy of loving that we all crave; lover and beloved, beyond logic or language.
Wishing all of you the kind of intimacy that would make a sailor blush and your granny proud…xo