Thank You For Your Sex™ – Lena.FM

Personal emails and letters are a gift, a luxury gift. Putting words together and not publishing them for everyone to see and appreciate, but giving them to one person, in private, is a big deal in the age of blogging and open fucking platforms. Just dawned on me, how strange it is, used to be [...]

I only know how forget and move on, lock them, scramble them in so that I can’t hear them. But the glistening squirrel eyes lurk underneath, waiting for a trigger–a film, a sound, a hint–and then they jump out and shout: “Surprise!” [...]

However, I have a mouth. So I asked. And I was told by true relationships bloggers that “fade” is when a person you date, goes missing in action. [...]

Enslaved people annoy me. Enslaved men annoy me. I don’t mate in captivity, and I don’t like to mate with captives. [...]

My association with Buenos Aires: A tall, all-dark Argentinian man, and a tall, almost-albino Scandinavian girl, ordering coffee, in Lhasa, capital of Tibet. And me, thinking about Julio Cortazar. I always think about Julio Cortazar, whenever I imagine Buenos Aires. [...]

When I love a man, tormenting him is impossible; when I don’t, I can’t help it. If it is purification through pain that the man is looking for, I can’t win with him. [...]

I need a face next to my love. Love, I was born with. Physical spirituality. Hands. God. Expressing my higher nature through the tips of my fingers, drinking the beautifully altered rays coming out of my lover’s eyes. No fear, pure art. No thinking, pure God. I need a face, so that I can be myself. Artistic, vocal, performing the act of giving and receiving as one unit of breath. I need a face next to my bottomless bag of gifts.

Just realized that when I was growing up in Russia, “underwear” was not sexualized in my culture at all. Underwear was a clothing item that everybody would put on first thing in the morning. And there was no “sexy”. Instead, there was “beautiful”.

Staying with somebody when it doesn’t feel awesome, just because several thousand years ago somebody said it’s a good thing, is silly. Being stayed with for the same reason is humiliating. [...]

And then the loneliness hits. I know it’s better this way, and my heart is singing songs of joy. I am listening, I am singing along. But this strange empty spot, that cube of air that used to be a person, a person with ears to listen to me… air is not a person. [...]

A walk in Midtown made me feel good about living in what used to be the 20th century and is now the 21st. If I were a happy spirit choosing a human experience, I couldn’t have chosen better, at least right now. Living in a big city is magical. Twisted, corrupt, but magical. Breathing in and out, living. In love with everything. Magical streets, magical time. [...]

When you realize how society is working, you get into a stupor. Wherever you look, you cannot find a natural straw to clutch for. [...]

I accidentally undid a piece of the puzzle that is our culture. I was born into this culture–and it is dear to me just because it is mine–but certain things are foreign to me. My culture, so painfully convoluted and so painfully beautiful. I was reading up on history, and suddenly the big picture unwound before my eyes. I retroactively witnessed the birth and evolution of societal confusion. Step by step. However imprecise, the image still made me stop and say, “wow”. [...]

But flying would make me choose between unnecessary exposure to radiation and public humiliation, I thought. Having grown up in the Soviet Union where rude service people routinely dominated all paying customers, I cringed and voted against flying. [...]

Sex Blogged is like Tao Spoken – with very, very, very few exceptions. That’s what struck me about Daisy’s blog – it was definitely an exception. She writes about the spiritual part of it and that’s what sex is, at least to me. “It’s not a blow job, it’s a deeply spiritual experience,” – she says. I agree!

You know what else I like about it? It is about the truth, not about the ego. There is a difference between O’Henry and the Upanishads. In our day and age, everybody wants to be right: monogamists scold polygamists till their proper asses get caught in cheating, and polygamists look down at monogamists till their naughty asses fall in love. And I get mad at both because I just want to live my life. But enough preamble. [...]

I hate this. I hate love turning into anger, and hope turning into bitter rebellion. I wasn’t in design meetings for this, I cannot be held responsible for something that I cannot explain. [...]

We live in the age of amazing technology, open platforms, changing paradigms and a whole lot of unique voices shouting all at the same time.

Unless you are a mere mortal, your self-esteem is dictated by two things: how many people know who you are, and how much money you get for your time (looks, voice, ideas, products).

Every guru in his or her head, is a celebrity (or at least, a celebrity in the making). Never forget that. [...]

“A healthy mustache. Every March, my friends and I celebrate “Mustache March.” A truly masculine man wears his hair on his face. There’s nothing sexier than a man with thick facial (or chest) hair. A nice button-down shirt with some hair sticking out the top. The air of silent confidence with the sweet smell of machismo. You ask me what is manly? That’s it. Hopefully that helps.”