Last month I found myself standing in the streets and watching the Pride parade, sometimes annoyed by commercial aspects, but mostly moved by the sense of support and community this city can create. Over the years I have learned to expect that I become rather more emotional than I ever thought, so I was prepared. When the parade was done I headed for a pub and sat down with a cup of coffee to watch the crowds and bask in the warm glow of my emotional body. I then proceeded to visit friends who were throwing a little garden party for a dozen or so people and I found myself with friends and complete strangers alike. Normally, this would not be my chosen place, but after that bout of emotion I felt unusually ready to engage with people. And engage I did: simply being there brought out all the touchy-feely-ness I had in me (quite a lot, I admit) and did engage with everyone on some level, from chatting and socialising to being seriously touchy. My sensual body was broadcasting something wonderful, it seems, and there were moments I and the man in front of me were on the verge of ripping the clothes off each other. And there were also quiet moments of introspection and a deep communicative connection. Everyone was having fun, but not nearly as physical as I did that day, drawing in those nearest to me like nobody’s business. I’m wondering if what happened there was just me being a catalyst for sensuality. It felt like I was sending out a growing bubble of tenderness vibrations that pulled in those who were attuned to it – some reacted more physically, some opened up and talked about things that had been buried for a while. I was just myself, with engines running at full throttle. For an endless moment, I was love. find ways to express your real self and you will become
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