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Unfortunately for me, I have big strap energy on thee interwebs and deep down inside, but I am also terribly shy in the presence of beautiful women who look like they can also beat my ass, so I never really get to showcase my skills.
I will continue to yearn in silence.
One cannot truly share intimacy with another without first becoming intimate with oneself. Many argue that love exists even in the absence of self-love.
To them, I say this: I once believed the same, but time, experience, and reflection have reshaped my understanding.
To love others while enduring suffering at your own hands is not an absence of loveâit is the weight of guilt, grief, misconceptions, and sorrow. It is the layers of denial and pain that obscure the truth.
But beneath it all, in the untouched essence of your being, there is something undeniable.
As a newborn, you did not hesitate. You inhaled, you called for nourishment, you recognized the scent of your mother, the touch of warmth or coldness, the presence of safety or the lack thereof. You were not taught loveâyou simply *were* love.
Love, in its purest form, is unfiltered experience. It is awe at the color of the sky, the melody of sound not merely heard but *felt*, the spontaneous dance of a body responding to rhythm without inhibition.
It is the untamed wonder of simply existing. But then, the mind became conditioned, habits formed, and the sacred was forgotten.
Let us return. Let us be intimate againânot as a means to an end, not to conquer or possess, but simply to *be*.
Let fingertips meet fingertips. Feel the texture, the ridges, the tiny cracks of skin. Let lips press to skinânot in haste, but with reverence. Let breath be drawn in deeply, inhaling the unspoken story held within anotherâs scent.
Let us see each other anew, as if for the first time. As if human existence itself is a miracle unfolding before our eyes. Trace the spine, honor the curves, the hollows, the strength, the softness.
Let the tongueâthis muscle of sensation and articulationâexplore the shape of lips, not with hunger but with curiosity. Let us touch without the weight of expectation. No games. No score to settle. No conquest.
Just the purity of presence. Let us laugh at the absurdity of toes tangling, finding joy in their size, their space, their warmth. Let us look into the eyes of another and, without judgment, acknowledge: *you too are Life itself*.
Two beings, each a reflection of the other, moving in harmony, breathing in synchronicity, existing in the sheer divinity of presence.
May our hearts align, our breath deepen, our sighs release.
May we share a moment so sacred, so true, that a gravitational pull formsânot of need, but of recognition.
May we see the Divine in anotherânot as an abstract ideal, but as a mirror of the Divine within ourselves.
For we only recognize what already exists within us. And that recognitionâ*that*âis intimacy.
So let us be still, and let us dance within that stillness.
ŠDeviMea2025

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not me clicking Janelle James' story on IG while I'm trying to purify my thoughts and sanctify my flesh. I just opened this app...
When you don't want to objectify women but women be *womening*
i feel like i get gayer and gayer every single day
I am so so sorry y'all
Work has been srsly eating into my fic writing time. I will be posting the next chapter of Snapshots soon, I promise!
Chapter 4 of "Snapshots" is up!
The girlies are fighting :'(
I'm sorry y'all--the chaos begins lol.
Read Chapter 4 of Snapshots.

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Am I the only one who really wanted to see Jacob's holiday show? I was digging the purple, and the opening was strong before the furnace blew. I feel like Jacob is actually lowkey gay musical producer royalty. I just get that from him.
The disrespect was so loud at the end that the memories lost all value.