Theology of the Body - Purity of Heart

And the man and his wife were both naked, and were not ashamed. + Genesis 2:25 The fact that they ‘were not ashamed’ means that the were united by awareness of the gift; they were mutually conscious of the nuptial meaning of their bodies, in which the freedom of the gift is expressed and all the interior riches of the person as subject are manifested. + Pope John Paul II Purity of heart connects a person’s subjective desires (ethos) with the objective order of love (ethics). * * * Shame enters precisely when man and woman lose purity of heart. Because of this loss, they fail to respect “the interior riches of the person as subject” and come to look upon the person as an object to be used. Because of this loss of purity, the demands of love no longer spontaneously well up from “within” man. In fact, they often appear now as a burden imposed from “without.” + Christopher West, Theology of the Body Explained

nsfw, my texas pride is showing...

Have you ever seen The curious case of Benjamin Button? If not, there’s a short snippet with a hummingbird. If you HAVE seen it, then you probably know what scene I’m referring to. (that setup was too boring, stick with me and I promise the rest of this entry will be good).

So I shouted>>”Oh a hummingbird! The state bird of Texas!” (bear with me)

I was quickly corrected, and after a fierce 20 second debate, I finally decided to find out if the state bird or Texas is the Mockingbird or Hummingbird. (Wikipedia to the rescue)

Ok, I was wrong. I concede. But now I am no longer a fan of the book “To kill a mockingbird”. Just an FYI.

On a Night Not Forgotten...Part V

It was on a night never to be forgotten
that the lovely jungle bunny
who’d just become my former teacher
on the night after graduation
lay writhing beneath me like the ocean
sighing, moaning and crying
atop the altar of lust within her boudoir
we sated out forbidden desires
consumed by the fires of our passions
with both her arms and legs
wrapped about my bowflex crafted bod
her lips showered my face
the muscles popping out upon my neck
with kisses sweet and wet
as all about the room echoed the sound
of her voice clearly begging
me not to stop banging the ever living
daylights out of her pussy
but to make her cum again and again
as my hips rose and fell
intentionally drove my English teacher
off the edge of an orgasmic
cliff together we fell down into the abyss
soared far above the clouds
when at last as one we came together

On a Night Not Forgotten...Part IV

Oh yes on that still unforgotten night
all those many years ago
within the arms of my English teacher
a lovely and well endowed
jungle bunny with an hourglass figure
a bad boi she made of me
turned my world utterly upside down
with the hot chocolate
of her love oh so very wet and sweet
upon the pole of my lance
so hard and oh so throbbing she rode
up and down all night long
took me to heights of sexual pleasure
until that night quite unknown
as I lay like a restless ocean beneath
the body of my English teacher
ever so gently did my fingers play with
the orbs of her breasts so ripe
while the curves of my lips soft and full
suckled the raisins of her nipples
again and then some more as she rose
and fell throughout the night
the lips of her pussy oh so hot and wet
slid up and down my shaft
made me want to cum deep inside her

"The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. Always an orchestra, and just as music traverses walls, so sensuality traverses the body and reaches up to ecstasy."

For September’s Naked Girls Reading event, “So You Wanna Be A Naked Girl,” I read the Chicago Tribune’s article covering our August event which told us to “put [our] clothes back on.”  I just want to say that beauty and brains, sexuality and art, nudity and literature, are not mutually exclusive.  Combining these socially construed opposites is what makes Naked Girls Reading so wonderful.  It pushed us and the audience to conceptualize differently, to examine the unexpected, to analylize our perception, and to look past stereotypes.   “[We're] naked AND [we] read” (!!) is NOT what Naked Girls Reading is about.  It’s about Beauty; beauty in literature, beauty in the spoken word, and beauty in the female form.  Although our culture is, as the Tribune states, oversaturated with “nakedness” what it is lacking is the open acceptance and revelry in such natural, vulnerable, exposed beauty.  Our nakedness enhances the natural, vulnerable, and exposed beauty of the literature we read.  Nothing is hidden and what is displayed is the beauty in laughter, beauty in sensuality, beauty in sadness, beauty in rage, beauty in everything that is expressed in writing, everything that is expressed in reading, and everything that is expressed in the instrument of our body.  As Anais Nin wrote, “It is the function of art to renew our perception.  What we are familiar with we cease to see.  The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.”  So, no Chicago Tribune, we will not put our clothes back on.  Especially when reading. 

a rainy, sick day!

Still sick…I stayed home from work today, and even though I didn’t venture outside, it seems like it was the perfect day to stay in. Lots of rain and flooding around town.

Thanks for all your suggestions on how to get well! I’m actually feeling a bit better, and I’ll probably go to work tomorrow (there’s really too much for me to do to stay home). Here’s what was on my plate today…

I started off with Vanilla Oikos because I read somewhere online last night that yogurt, as long as it doesn’t contain gelatin, is a good way to fight cold sores. Whenever I get any kind of head cold, I usually get at least one cold sore; this time it’s two. Even though they’re oh so attractive, I wanted to see if the yogurt tip was a good one, and it seems like it helped a bit.

Instead of topping with my usual blueberries and strawberries, I decided to go nuts (get it? ha) and incorporate some Wild Berry Mix that Eden Foods sent me to review a couple of weeks ago. Yum, this was delicious! I love how clean the ingredient list is – organic roasted pumpkin seeds, organic sunflower seeds, organic roasted almonds, organic Thompson raisins, organic dried cranberries, organic wild blueberries.

I loved it so much that I added some to my VitaSpelt Apple Cinnamon Organic Spelt Granola, along with some hazelnut milk and half a banana. Two breakfasts, a great way to start my day, even though I was sick.

I got creative with lunch, aside from my now-staple side of veggies and hummus. I warmed and cut up a Morningstar Veggie Burger and a BOCA Bruschetta Tomato Basil Parmesan patty and put that inside a whole wheat wrap with some Cedars Roasted Baba Ghannouj hummus. Heaven on a paper plate!

Mid-day, I also had a tasty glass of Naked Green Machine.

For dinner, my fiance surprised me by bringing me a surefire cure — Chinese chicken and veggie soup and crab puffs from Sesame House, our favorite neighborhood Chinese restaurant. I think that, and having a day to rest, made me feel a good bit better.

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Why wouldn't you?

You were wiggling,
Naked lady friend,
Like you wanted to get away,
Or were hoping I would hit a certain spot inside you,
So I let you scramble beneath me,
Repositioned myself as soon as I was out,
And there I am back in,
You go off: writhing and moaning,
Calling out my name,
So I go,
“You like that, baby?
You like my big Jew dick inside of you?”
It seems you do.