My symbolic word for the month of October is FLESH.
Here I am.
This is the body-like-no-other that my life has shaped.
I live here.
This is my soul’s address.
-Barbara Brown Taylor
I take sensual movement classes twice a week. There is an 8 foot pole in my living room. I love touching my inner thighs. I have an upcoming pole dancing photoshoot. I love when my ass takes the lead. Pulsating and Throbbing are very good actions. When my skin touches wood, magic happens. Fleshy, Meaty, Lickable Beauty you are.
I want to see flesh bend. I want to see flesh on flesh. I want to see things ooze off flesh. I want to taste flesh. I want to push against it. Touch it. Embrace it. I will not separate it. I will not negate it. I will not degrade it. I will explore flesh and bodies and the intersection of sexuality and culture. My flesh will not be repressed. It will not be shamed or controlled. It will be exalted. It will be worshiped, praised and adored.
This is my flesh.
My flesh covers these lovely bones. My flesh yearns and jones. My flesh is full and vibrant. Sensitive to the touch. Melting. Glistening. Wanting. Hoping.
My flesh is soft, tender, buttery. My flesh is your flesh.
A few [partial] definitions of FLESH that resonate with me.
February Movement ~ A Journey towards Center