Some things are mixed blessings.
I orgasm pretty very easily, and come pretty goddamn hard, and from all manner of stimuli.
Whether it is from making out, being spanked, the tightening of a rope coupled with That Look, or a slap to the face or an extended club remix session of attentive nipple stimulation or being forced to lick a particularly sexy boot or…
Um. Shit. What was my point…? Right right.
Orgasming.
The wintastic @AvaAmnesia commented on Twitter about orgasms and orgasming easily being a drawback. I was immediately reminded of a rather disconcerting situation so I tucked it away for a SMSS.
Here it is, a shout out to my hair-trigger clit sisters 
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That whole “The eyes are the window of the soul” thing is often true. I know I tend to thoughtless transparence in terms of eye contact. However, a lifetime of being the pleaser, the performer, of being trained to display emotions at will makes me feel a bit outside of this trope.
Sure, it is easy for me to deceive, but I am disinclined to do so.
And interestingly, I am an absolutely shitty, shitty liar.
I am always surprised by this. Isn’t all theater, at its heart, a type of lie? I’m not REALLY the queen of a city under siege / woman disguised at the pope / a worked in a haunted slaughterhouse / a supernatural undersea witch, am I?
No, and yes.
The way I approach life is to be as in the moment and find as many connections as possible. A great deal of this can be accomplished by finding that within you that IS real. While I don’t have to BE any of those characters, part of me IS. Emotions are universal and life is as huge as the cosmos and as small as the flagellum on a protozoan and both things are the same size, in many ways.
When you look into someone’s eyes, their naked gaze, as it were, what are you seeing?
What you want to see?
What they want you to see?
Yourself reflected back?
I’m lonely and it is making me sad.
I feel as though the further along a travel in my journey in this life, I am becoming very fluid in some areas and very, very uncompromising in others.
I receive unilateral support in this. “Don’t compromise! Be You! You are worthy! Good for you for sticking to your guns and making sure your needs are met!” say people…and sometimes I believe them.
There is an especially rocky Kuiper belt of emotional shite plaguing my head. I know what I need in a relationship…I can feel it, taste it in my heart, but see nowhere yet to have that need met. I’m in a rather surreal situation. I travel quite a bit, meet literally thousands of people in the community in which I live. I am about as public as I can be without having a network talk show or cable series (and hey why ain’t I got one of them yet?!?!) and so no one can accuse me of hiding my candle under a bushel.
But this creates the Appearance Of Inapproachability. Lots of people feel as though that presenter they listened to for 90 minutes “MUST be booked solid to play!” That isn’t really true. Or they assume that I must have very high standards and wouldn’t possibly want to play with them. And interestingly, that half-truth smokes the deal.
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