Forcing you to worship my...

 ... King

Below is a clip from Oprah, who I am not a fan of, which comes around the internet at times in my view.

Few artists - few men (Especially in this day & age) have the talent and sheer creative prowess to create good music but also to be an entire band with simple beatboxing.

There are so many complex, happy, sad, & unreal thoughts or feelings I have remembering this god that was outcast by our society that believed a corrupt media that wanted him gone from attention. The man was a humanitarian who did good deeds whether seen nationally or not. People still come to light of Michael doing things for them and helping the helpless, none of which we ever knew because he never wanted it televised or publicized.

It's why I will never stand next to the "modern kings" of music. They can't hold my fucking bra strap compared to the greatness that was MJ.

Please enjoy this gold that came up on Instagram late tonight as I fight insomnia episodes again. Keep an eye on the original post comments about how Prince could play 79 instruments while MJ made endless instruments for himself.

Click the Image to go to the post, the Instagram embed thing doesn't want to work with me and my half awake brain. 

Pillow Talk...

   ...At bedtime

I think I had mentioned this in a prior post; God knows I don't recall all due to the whirlwind of neurological processes in my brain all going at once, the practice of "moonbathing."

So why don't I take this moment of zen listening to my mechanical keyboard keys to talk more about my experience? 

First, I must lead you into this with descriptives of what "moonbathing" is. Bearing in mind that I am no expert and going off of information from my friend who does this much more than me. 

"Moonbathing," put simply, is sleeping with your window coverings open to allow the moonlight to shine indoors and lay upon your body. She advises, for best results, a bed closer to a window that gets lots of moonlight and that you do so nude. 

You have read that last sentence correctly & I hope you perverted readers are at least kind with your imaginative imagery of me nude, but also don't. It's creepy. 

So, I started trying this process as winter arrived & I went head-on with the full-nude option. My first concern was the chill, so I invested in a nice heavy-weighted blanket for my bed. On some of the coldest nights, I was very comfy and sometimes even had to use my lighter blanket because I felt too warm. 

I found myself quickly feeling more rested in the morning & there was an almost surreal feeling from the chill of the winter air on my skin as I undressed at night and the instant warmth of the cloth of my blanket as I tucked into bed. I started using a thinner top bedsheet since the weather has been warmer at night.

I believe there is something about the human body and its ability to sense & determine touch via sensations delivered to our brains. Feeling the softness & weave of your bed linens with parts of your bare body align you with your core existence. It can be considered perverse, primitive, relaxing, or simply awakening.

I scoffed at the idea & the much deeper meanings my friend ordained unto me of this process. My experience of throwing caution to the wind and trying to normalize myself walking nude within my private space before bed has afforded me better sleep, a new appreciation for sitting in my bed to stare at the moon, & a new level of comfort. 

I honestly can recommend this to anyone to try. It also helps with self-image and body image as you must face yourself at your core form. I type this sitting in my bed with my MacBook on my lap, looking at my screen horizon above my bust. My ceiling fan is on tonight with the warmer temps outside & I may start my restful pursuits atop my top sheets and migrate lower if a chill surfaces. 

I know this post was very randomly topical. I apologize for that. I have sadly been lazy and worthless in advance of my life. Many days, I spent working at the diner and then coming home to be a glutton and hibernate in bed watching TV or internet videos. I'm sure many would call this a form of self-care. 

I'm hoping for great days for those of you who come to read my blog. Until next time I post, au revoir ♥!

*  Yes, I had very basic French in High School. 

** I also enjoy pre-bedtime music to fuel possible dreams, which has become more intimate feeling during this process. Plan to vibe again tonight to this Video DJ Set from 1st Place, a Virtual Media company responsible for Vocaloid IA.  Click the image below to check it out yourself!

Source Image from :: https://www.pngwing.com/en/free-png-bmzxm

I'm just a bag full of...

 ... hyper-fixation & procrastination

 

Is it reversive parasocial to feel bad for not posting more on a blog to an audience that may not even exist? I'm most guilty of the rampant seduction of the offline life I have been living as of late. My mind and body, a swing set filled with emotions of swinging forward and back, all trying to see who can rock the framework from the soil first.

Where must I begin with updates?

Have you the time?
Have you slipped yourself into the most coziest attire?
Have you acquired a tea, coffee, wine, or choice of beverage?
Brace for a long entry - tentative on my level of ADHD for tonight.

Firstly, my mental health has been good. Overall, my mind has been peaceful from a darkness and anger menu. I have spoken with my professional therapeutic counselor (Therapist, in simple terms) on the topic of hypersexualization. Of course, we start my blog for the year on sex, huh?

It is an important topic that I feel needs focus. As readers of my blog may have noticed, more so if you follow Jag's Twitter, is that I have spent the end of 2023 on a sexual high. It was enough of a problem that eventually, KaiMei asked for a pause in our times of intimacy. Jag's bodyguard has a long history of groupies and suited an exotic opportunity for me with larger sizing compared to prior lovers I've been with.

Dr. Sprivzy explained that both Men & Women can, at times of stress and traumatic triggering, use the sensation of sexual interactions to disassociate from the emotions of pain, hurt, or sadness. I had some heightened stress at the end of the year with finishing the semester of schooling, and I fought some holiday blues. I found myself entertaining Jag and her bodyguard for the holidays, enabling reach to a consenting muse in "relieving stress" in private.

A part of me still feels mild shame in the marks left on my bed, the imagery of my face in the bathroom mirror, the feeling of my body pressed against the shower tile. The beginning of this affair of craven lust came with the introduced new sensations that come with female reproductive organs introduced with increasingly proportionate size than used to. Can you tell I am dancing around the details to feint some form of decency in my presence? Needless to say. 2023 ended with me whoring my body in the name of disassociation.

For the last month or so, I have been trying to confront my feelings and the discomfort associated with the head-on approach. Sometimes, I do need to still "blow off steam" and have regulated myself to the silicone stand-ins under my bed.

Beyond that struggle with my sexual health, I completed the last semester of technical college. I have not graduated, but I am at an impasse if I will return the next session. I still stand undecided about my fate and career beyond the walls of education. The time-tested claims of the institution have also become riddled with holes over the last decade, putting their claims in question in my mind. I've never grown out of the indecisiveness of my path in life.

My income, which many speculate all the avenues of possibility, will disappoint many of the perverse or hopeful wanderers of their dirty minds. I detest and have yet to come to terms with my family's wealth being a crutch that my sister takes advantage of constantly, even to this day. Yet I still receive "gifts" from my parents, who felt their daughter working for her funds degrades the family name.

I also work part-time at a local diner as a waitress and am compensated for my time when I join Jag on her livestreams. These income streams allow me to live in my home, enjoy being with loved ones, and continue to find lovers and self-appreciation.

An acquaintance through my friend announced her engagement to her boyfriend of many years. My friend's lover (direct bloodline of the bride-to-be) has been at odds with the bride-to-be about the guest lists and details. It is all very multifaceted in form, the drama, and the issues they are working out. I hope the best for the couple on their wedding and life together. They are super cute together & good friends of mine and KaiMei's.

The weather has been very spontaneous thus far. We are now back into the tease of spring. I have transitioned between warmer cotton and fleece PJs on cold nights. Cotton bra and panties when warmer. The earlier mentioned lover of a friend has always told me the benefits of sleeping nude, more so within a room where your bed position allows moonlight to shine upon you at night.

I have tried her suggestions as of late once it was warm enough. It's best not to catch hypothermia in your bedroom. From the nights I have tried this form of sleep, I've felt better and more rested. I may have mentioned this journey in prior entries but stopped doing so as temps dropped. It may be my hypersexualization issues coming to face, but there is a feeling of safety and freedom in feeling your bedsheets against your bare skin. Dare I mention the touch of those sheets against sensitive areas as well? It's difficult to explain, and I suggest you try it yourself.

I think that is everything I can think of for now, and this entry must be miles long by now. I am still doing okay while making forward progress. I hope the same for all of you. You know, the lost internet wanderer who has stumbled across my blog.