Remember last September, when I told you about my Attic Bird?
And then later, when I lamented the damage done by the Furnace Nesting Bird?
(I have yet to tell you the story of the Chimney Roasted Bird.)
Well, my friends, today I bring you another tweet from the birdsong of my life.
(Seriously, my spirit animal is a bear, mmmkay? But I’m beginning to think that if I have a spirit nemesis, it’s a bird.)
Continue readingWhen I was a kid — like, a kid kid; past toddling but not yet in pre-school — I had a little red record player. It was portable (though terribly heavy for a wee one to lug around alone) and plug-in-able (with a retractable cord — wheeee!) and I was tuned in to that piece of equipment attentively and often.
My mother – who, in addition to believing that everything we ate had to be ‘healthy’, also believed that everything we did/saw/listened-to/watched needed to be educational – set me up with Read-Along Books from the time I could recognize letters. For those of you unfamiliar with this concept: Books were read aloud via a recording, and children could hold the book for themselves as the story was being read, following along with the words in the book as they listened to the record and learning to recognize simple words and phonetics as they went.
[And the narrator’s voice says in soothing tones: At the sound of the chime, turn the page…]
: bhhrriiing :
Continue readingAnd Jewel Akens sings:
LET me tell ya ’bout the birds and the bees
and the flowers and the
…trees…
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Does anyone else out there take their muscles into account when it comes to… come?
I’ve talked before about how I engage – specifically – my thigh muscles when I’m approaching orgasm. About how the tensing or forced relaxation of groups of muscles within my thighs can intensify or delay or elongate or force-fast an orgasm. About how focusing on that single area of my body, in terms of muscle groupings, can get me to (or help me ride along) (or force me over) the edge.
But what about other muscles in the body?
Do you use them – intentionally – when you come? Or to help you to not come (yet)?