Sloppy PJs and Messy Facials
Life’s a mess, Sara. It’s chaos personified. ~Serendipity (2001)
I’m a sucker for sappy romance novels and those movies where a guy or girl falls madly in love with their soulmate. I’ve traveled around the world, fell in and out of love many times; both here in the States and abroad. If I could recreate the most intimate romantic experience ever it would most likely be from the Prague Castle overlooking the city. I was there with this girl Courtney as we watched fireworks light up the skyline on New Years Eve.
Our life may be filled with great shared moments as these, like scenes from our movie. Some may have ended up on the cutting room floor. Those spontaneous flickering firefly relationships which lit up the night but was gone by dawn’s early light.
Life is not always a Tropical Island Cove Paradise or a Walk along the white sand beaches of Boracay.
Sometimes it’s a goddess be damned messy facial and you just got mindfucked by David Duchovny from Californication. Blame it on the bipolar weather lately and Katy Perry for kissing an angel in Candy Land.
You may have penned your most decadent deepest desires on your own Red Shoe Diaries; only to wake up naked and alone without so much as a kiss goodbye or even a thank you text.
Maybe you just wanted to Roar your inner lioness back to life. Only to be tossed like that used condom along with your panties to the floor. But thank God for all those Benjamins you made last night pole-dancing for your college tuition. Rent is just too damn high in the City of Blinding Lights. But nonetheless…don’t you just love the Sunset Strip and the Seventh Veil?
Fucking the dead back to life
Devoid of all protection, latex or otherwise. Exposed to the brutal forces of our own necrophilic human nature. As though ‘Zombie Fucking’ is all the rage as we neglect our own sexual resurrection within. You can’t revive the dead, so why do you waste your energy and stamina trying to satisfy a corpse back to life? Have you checked their pulse or do you just push on impulse? Nothing screams love better than some ‘indiscriminate necro-fucking.’
No lover (even if the sex is mind-blowing) is worth your personal sacrifice or devotion if there’s no mutually-beneficial long-term rate of return.
Honor your own body, mind, and destiny first. Give yourself permission to love the very best and not just the leftovers sleeping in someone else’s bed. Your soul angel will respect all your imperfections, scars, expressive mind, and creative wellspring regardless of unconditional intent…if she is the Chosen One.
You may know this by the aura around her angelic body and her radiant glow. If she’s sharing the same bed with you just thank God for that succulent cherry pie (or mango) whichever your fruit of choice is…enjoy while the harvest is still ripe.
Receiving an A for an Asstonishing Assignment
Anyone can give good head for a negotiated price, but at what cost to your intellectual rectitude. We all feel a certain sense of entitlement to getting ourselves off with that ‘Messy PJ or Oral Performance’ as we try to score an Oscar for Best Romantic Plunge on set.
However as with our ‘most intimate selfie collection’ we always keep searching for that one picture perfect fucking kiss on the labia moment. It may involve greater calculated risks or just a roll of the dice between the sheets of an angelic tryst.
“Life’s a beautiful messy facial expression of gratitude. So get ahead by placing your best face forward and muff dive the night away.”
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