. . . arianainlove: confessions of a bisexual polyamorist . . .
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* it’s not lake merritt’s fault I wrote this poem * the wrestler misses your bed * Travelling With My Love In A Catholic Country * Rising Into Love With You * Poems Composed on 880 North / In the Middle of the Night / In the Storm * * * Visit My Massage Website:Present Touch Massage: Ariana Waynes, CMT * * * Love these ones, too:Apocalypse AngelCubicle GirlDipti OrangepeelerMarty McConnell Perceptions PostSecret Roger Bonair-Agard Sriram Wammo The Nation Democracy Now KPFA Michael Moore Furthermore, the notes are not automated - they are all written personally by me. So, you get an extra note/memo/letter (depending on my mood), in which I might just wax philosophic on any number of topics that seem relevant, preferably in a few sentences or less. Or I might talk about how it feels that you all are in this journey with me or I might talk about updates to the site. But whether I say very much or very little on any given day, it feels more personal. Like I'm talking directly to you. I feel more connected to the folks on the notifylist. There, I've said it.
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01.24.07 - 2:38 a.m. ‘Relax into our love,’ my lover tells me. It is very important that I take this to heart. Open. Relax. Receive. Believe. Trust. I love her. She loves me. Our love connection is phenomenally powerful. There is no other important or relevant truth. I am at the same time innocent and powerful. I am vulnerable and I am strong. I am clean in this love and I will stay that way. I love her. I love her powerful, brave, open, loving self! I love that she is actualizing the possibilities of polyamory. I love how fully she communicates. How she reveals herself, how she shares her full experience of her feelings. I love how we make love like we could do it all month, pausing only for water, wine, food. I am happy. I am glad to collect my thoughts, to organize my intentions, to step into who I want to be, to choose to experience the feelings that I want. I love this little book she gave me. I am glad it is here, giving me the space to breathe in its pages. Surely this is a meditation. Norah Jones sings. I sit on the floor and write. I breathe deep, open, ground, and relax. I do not take my lover's offerings lightly. ‘Relax into our love.’ This was an instruction, a direction, a possibility, a wish, an inspiration, a dream. And I am here, holding it, following it, breathing into it, expanding, easing, and relaxing into our love. I have so much love in me. I have more love than I have fear. I have a powerful affinity with freedom – my own and the freedom of those I love. Freedom will never harm me. It will, however, offer lots of creative opportunities for growth! I grin as I write those words. I am swaying to Norah Jones & Dolly Parton. I am happy. I am confident. I am easy. These statements are true. I’m not just writing them because I hope they will be true. I am writing them because that is the energy I am tapping into right now. Perhaps I will make space today to draw or write poems or exercise my body. Surely I can do one of those things today, yes. Surely I can do whatever I want everyday! I am mirth. I am joy. I am amazed at the power I feel when I sit with myself and make space for what I want to be. I am amazed. I imagine that I could fill up this entire little book with my thoughts today. But, instead, I’ll get up and go into my day now. it really means a lot to me when you say hello after stopping by. suddenly, i'm wanting this guestbook to be a forum for further dialogue. |
