They say, Ladies and Gentlemen, that there’s nothing better than sex. I find that hard to believe when I see something like this. Now, I normally don’t blog about food but baby, after I saw this pic I had to think again. Let’s just say, it was an orgasmic experience! 😰 Please vote for my good chef friend, Calvin Cunningham’s Rainbow Hawaiian burger. Here’s the link. Let’s make it count PLEASE!!!
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Until next time your sweet little nuttins,
Tiffany Michellé ✌
I’m currently reading one of my favorite books for the 3rd time, The Mastery of Love by don Miguel Ruiz. I highly recommend it to anyone who desires to see a heightened and an effective perspective about love of self and others.
In the chapter, entitled The Wounded Mind, a question is posed,
“How can you relate with people who are emotionally wounded and sick with fear?”
This question never stuck out to me in my previous reads as it did today. The word relationship derives from the word relate, meaning to interact realistically and/or an ability to relate emotionally to others.
Let’s venture off for just a moment…
Earlier this year, I began to experience a shift. As a person who consistently felt as if the cosmos was pulling me into relationship after relationship, imagine my surprise when I began to have no desire to “relate” with men. Every time I pictured being with a man, I would experience immediate nausea (it still happens). One would think because I’m bisexual this wouldn’t bother me but I began to feel very afraid. Perhaps this was my inner self somehow indicating that I no longer desired men and therefore I’d solely desire women. That would be ok for some but not for me. See, I like options; I always have. Although being attracted to both sexes has been strenuous at times, I love the way I am. I feel perfectly balanced. I like the way I help others gain perspective being that I’m so open, nonjudgmental and unbiased.
As a conscious person, I seldom go outside of myself for answers. I tend to go within to seek answers in regard to my emotions, thoughts and my actions. So instead of continuing to be scared without taking action, I began to self-analyze.
A Conversation with self:
Self: When did this begin?
Me: After the last relationship ended.
Self: But even after the relationship ended you had to have had a slight sexual desire for men because you participated in a single sextracurricular activity.
Me: After that, I felt NOTHING.
What the hell was going on? Why was I going through this?
After a while, I just accepted it. I’d see attractive people and my spidey senses would tingle but the nausea would come immediately after. Imagine my dismay; imagine the mayhem going on inside of my mind and my body. I felt like I’d been bamboozled, run amuck, we didn’t land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us! (If you don’t know that line, #killyoself)
Alright so let’s go back to the question:
“How can you relate with people who are emotionally wounded and sick with fear?”
Nothing in regard to dating made 100% sense during this shift. But the moment I read that question, clarity rang from the heavens. I am not single because I’m not attractive, intimidating, too picky, undeserving, too big, too little, too black, too tall, too smart or too different. After I read that question, it was simple. I am single because the people I meet relate to things that are for entertainment purposes only; things that lack meaning. Most of the guys haven’t been thinkers or readers. They’re caught up in the illusion and completed distracted. Growth to them isn’t about self-love, self-reliance, introspection and etc. Being successful is equated to how much money they have, how many women they can have sex with, how big their houses are and what kind of car they drive; without these things, they feel like they are nothing. I am single because I can’t relate.
I now know that this wasn’t a sexual shift I’ve been experiencing. This is much more than my getting nauseated at the thought of relations with a man. This was about my being so disgusted by my past counterparts who were emotionally wounded and sick with fear that I unknowingly developed a psychosomatic defense mechanism. The nausea was a safeguard. As I think back and am truly honest, I fell weak after my last relationship. I sunk very low within myself. Something within me had to protect me until I could do it on my own. I am now emotionally healed and I live fearlessly once again.
Until next time,
Tiffany
As a child I was raised in the “chuuuurrrcchhh” and I endured hearing people that I knew, some I didn’t, tell me how God didn’t make people like me. I heard that I was flawed; a sinner and eventually I’d burn in hell for all eternity because this pretty little brown eyed girl chose to be gay.
Realistically, I was born this way.
In my teenage years, I looked but didn’t touch. In my early 20s I developed stomach issues due to the fact that I yearned for women so much but would choose not to act on my desires and curiosities. I liked men, I loved women, and I wanted them both but very differently.
I didn’t make it out of my 20s before I began quenching my feline thirst. Even so, I wasn’t’ entirely comfy in my skin. The things I heard when I was young would play over and over in my head. I felt doomed although I was just being myself. When I was in relationships with men, I’d yearn for a woman. I’d think about women in the moments of self-pleasure and every so often otherwise. I didn’t feel like I was doing anything wrong but I was still tormented.
Then something happened. And I believe that something was me saying, “Fuck it.” I began studying different spiritualties and I learned that there was a bigger picture than the one I grew up with. The world and God were much different than I had been taught. I began to accept the fact that I was different.
Truthfully, I’m still trying to comprehend it myself and honestly it’s a little hard for me to explain. In the past I’d feel like my skin was crawling if I was with a woman and dressed feminine. I’d feel out of place. I didn’t feel that way when with a man. It wasn’t until I was around 33 that I felt a little more comfortable dressing feminine while out with a woman. My closet used to look like a woman and a man had clothes in it but it was all just for me. The duality within me never felt stable.
I don’t date women and men at the same time. It’s too weird for me. I have to choose. I can’t do both. It feels like I have multiple personalities because I’m so different and I still haven’t figured out why. I’ve never cheated on a woman. I’ve cheated on almost every man I’ve been with. Who knows why?
My maternal family is very accepting and they’ve always been. Well my older brothers get grossed out when I see a beautiful girl before he does and I reply “Yeah I saw her already,” when he makes her existence known. For some reason he can say all kinds of stuff to me but he’s not comfortable with the vice versa. I get it though. I’m his little sister. He is in no way judgmental but it’s just different for him because it’s me. My guy cousins and my uncle say shit that grosses me out. They are way too comfortable. It’s like they’re happy I date women because they think I will find women for them. Lol, that’s not happening. My paternal family has disowned me. Not only have they distanced themselves from me but my daughter as well. Sigh.
For a long time, I didn’t like the term bisexual. I just didn’t think that I fit me. Besides, I don’t really like labels and my personality doesn’t fit into a little box no matter how pretty that box is decorated. I feel like the term “bisexual” is too generic for me. I prefer something like a Straight Lesbian.
Bi Myths:
· Bisexual people are just greedy
· Bisexual people are not gay they are just confused… This is the most hurtful one.
· Bisexual people have it easy
· It’s just a phase
All of these make me shake my head because I don’t know about other people but being like this hasn’t been and isn’t easy. I can’t explain to you why I’m this way. I used to want to rip it out of me somehow because it was too complicated. I’ve lost my family. I miss them. They don’t understand so I guess they fear being around me. I used to hear my grandmother say, if you’re gay or Muslim I don’t want to have anything to do with you. I wouldn’t say anything. I was no longer a Christian but she didn’t know it. I was half gay and at that time she wasn’t aware of that either. To this day, I don’t know who told her or how she found out but I can tell you when because I haven’t heard from her or my father’s family since.
So now I’m 36 and I feel myself shifting. I look at men but soon after I become nauseated. This began about a month ago. I haven’t had good experiences with men but I don’t believe those experiences are causing this shift because I know there are good men in the world. I’m still attracted but that’s as far as it goes.
I won’t fight it, instead I embrace it. I welcome change.
Women? Now, THEY are a different story. My Taurus nostrils flare, my legs squeeze together and my right eye brow rises. I love women. I really don’t see how a person could not adore women. A woman is the most beautiful, shapely, unique being, the heavens have ever made. A woman’s curves, her lips, her moans, her smell, the way she can handle her own, overcome trials and tribulations in 6 inch stilettos with a baby bag and a briefcase at the same damn time continues to intrigue and entice me.
So this is my moment in transparency.
My time in triumph.
Through my experiences, others are gifted bravery
and the rest my sweet little buttery nutts,
is HerSt♥ry!
Until next time,
Tiffany Michellé
Tiffanymichel-le.com
A ripple in my heart echoes. Sensation up my legs, beyond my valley, to my Sacral plexus; it flows. Circulating as my mind vibrates. Light radiates. My lips shiver like a guitar string plucked softly in spring. Its essence permeates my body. I am…Love exhaling.
Tiffany Michellé 💋
Tiffanymichel-le.com
So you’re single and looking. You’re on every free dating site known to man. You bring yourself to get out of the house and you attend as many community events as your schedule allows. You put on your big girl panties and try speed dating. You’re really making a conscious effort to think outside of the box. You go on dates with people you’re not attracted to, just in case they have a cute friend. You’re determined to find someone or allow them to find you.
After a series of unfortunate affairs, you meet someone! They are unquestionably fabulous! They’re stunning, smart and sexy. They’re absolutely everything you listed in your “what I want in a mate” journal.
The catch: One day while having blissful conversation, they drop the “F” bomb in your lap!
“I’m not looking for a relationship; I’m only interested in being FRIENDS.”
You act as if you’re ok with it but inside you really feel like someone just stole your brand new cute little fluffy puppy or came in 30 seconds, whichever is worse. You just met but you felt like this could develop into something beautiful being that they’re everything you want. If they asked, you would’ve totally thrown out every precaution and walked down the aisle followed by a lifetime of sweet, sweaty, sensual and in some states illegal, sexual escapades.
In that exact moment, there’s a vital opportunity to practice an ultimate act of self-actualization. You could respond, “Ok well, I AM seeking a relationship and I’d rather get to know someone who has the same goal,” BUT you don’t. You go along with what you don’t want. You put your desires on the back burner. You continue getting to know them, knowing you’re totally attracted to them, you want more than a friendship with them and they don’t want the same. In the back of your head you’re thinking, “If they get to know me and see how wonderful I am, they’ll change their mind” and your heart suffers continuing to long for something that isn’t there.
Until next time my sweet little pumpkin nutty balls,
Tiffany Michellé
Photo Credit: Just another painting sexy man. by ~aenaluck on deviantART
Gifting me with hot flashes in crevices I didn’t know exist. He sends my body through supreme elevations by tickling my thoughts while gently fucking my mind as he winds and dines me with time. Making it hard for me to resist his kiss as my lust persists. Leaving me yearning for more of his sweet tastes of ecstasy. Evidence of sexual cerebral desires drip from my skin. My finger tips tingle wanting to caress the remnants of him. I squirm and arch my back as his nectar blesses the tip of my tongue. Squeezing my thighs in attempts to hide my pulsating rise. Whispering to me sweetly as my juices meet his sheets. I slowly open my eyes and to my surprise it was all a dream. Damn how he’s got me…Imagining.
Until we meet again sexy beasts,
Almostdating007
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Love Challenge: Keep your legs closed for at least 90 days and see how things change.
I posted this “Love Challenge” on my Facebook wall last night before bed. I wasn’t really challenging anyone, I just called it that for shits and giggles but I woke up with mixed comments and several likes.
Here are some of the replies:
Sex is a technical relation, the male and female organs were made to fit one another but it’s not an intimate connection. If it were, you’d still feel deeply connected to everyone you’ve had sex with.
(You’re obviously not because there are folks who you slept with and to this day you can’t even remember their names lol.)
People often mistake intimacy with sex but intimacy can be felt without any form of sexual experience. It’s a connection, a bodiless bond between two people. It’s an affectionate correlation that no one outside of your relationship can break. Imagine if you had a connection so strong with your partner that you could feel them when they weren’t there. Imagine if you could conceive orgasms without physical touch. Now that’d be deep, wouldn’t it? That’d be some serious shit!
A person who quickly replies “No” to abstinence without even thinking intrigues me because they’ve convinced their mind that their genitals rule them.
Romantically, I don’t trust anyone who thinks they’re addicted to sex or anything else. Lack of control is not attractive to me. “And I’m not just the Hair Club President, I’m a client too!” Lol, Sorry I’m just random. I’ve been abstinent since January. (My longest was 9 months) This run might not seem like a long time to you but for me, it’s a big deal!
How come, you ask? Because it’s made dating less emotional and therefore easier for me. I don’t find myself rushing and I don’t allow my feelings to guide me. I don’t know about guys but ladies if you keep it real with yourself, I know you feel me, we’re some emotional beings. We get attached quickly after sex. Wanna hear a joke? What do lesbians bring to a second date? Answer: a U-haul. I can laugh because I’m part Native American, French, Lesbian and Black. Bwhahhaha
Back in the day, I could “love em and leave em” but I’m not the beast I used to be.
This isn’t just about not having sex, it’s about seeing beyond what your eyes can see and feeling beyond what your hands can feel. This is about reaching for something more, something deeper, something beyond physicality, and something that would establish an invisible and intimate connection between you and yourself and therefore you and your current or future partner. Sometimes we allow to get so jaded by sex; we completely ignore the fact that we have absolutely nothing worthwhile with a person. What happens when we get old, I mean really freaking old. That your shit is shriveled up kind of old and limp like Asian noodles old. Sex doesn’t create longevity. You better have something else to go on…
Until we meet again my little freaky bastards,
Almostdating007
Check out this post on sexual and aural energy…it’s interesting.
When you wanted Prince Charming but ended up with the court jester. When you desired Cinderella but instead you knocked up her evil step sister with the ginormous feet….hmmmm. We’ve all done it. We’ve desired the most but accepted the least. You were financially decent, they were unemployed. You were health conscious, they were a junk food junkie. You’re attractive inside and out. Them? Not so much. You take pride in yourself and your body. They give up the cookies or the shaft to anyone with legs. See my point? You’ve got to seek within yourself and ask some clarifying questions. Come on, repeat after me…Self? Why do I keep settling for dumb fucks? Self? Why do I keep dating broke bitches with bad attitudes?
We all have that one person we’ve dated that every time you think back, you’re like why in the hell did I ever date them?! #myex Are we just some impatient little assholes who can’t wait for the right person to come along? Delayed gratification, what’s that right? Do we think we’re aiming too high? Unconsciously, we must because we’re constantly landing low. Some might hit the middle target but if that’s not what we truly want, we can’t say we’ve achieved anything. What? You wanna high five because you landed the evil step sister with the small feet? No dude, sit down somewhere lol.
Seriously, think about it, where has the attitude of #fuckdelayedgratification gotten us? Heartache, despair, our time wasted and maybe even chlamydia. You little nasty suckas lol, wrap it up! We might have learned a few lessons about people but we need to be learning about ourselves. In some instances we learned a little but we’re still making the same damn mistakes over and over. It’s time to snap out of it!
You deserve whatever and whoever you want! It’s your life and it’s about being happy. It’s not about accepting mediocrity. Some people may say you’re selfish, conceited or whatever but that’s only because they have low self esteem and they believe just being content is good enough. Fuck that! I’d rather work on myself in the meantime and be patient than to end up with the unemployed, unhealthy, buttface with gonorrhea who can’t even give good head. Wouldn’t you? Ijs…
I just winked at you sweet lips,
Almostdating007
Experiencing moments of intimacy with Self but in the form of someone else…woman. She breathes the same breath as you. Elicits you feel to as if expressing your admiration for her is taboo. So hard to resist, you crave; you salivate for her kiss. On the perch of her breast, you desire for your head to rest, for the remnants of your age. Her mind, overflowing with dynamic beauty; you wish to articulate with her for days. Her intellect leaves your psyche amazed. This sensation has lasted over a lifetime but yet overnight, a second from each calendar day. In her absence her thought remains, causes your essence to vibrate. You don’t believe in soul mates, you say. Subsiding in the depth of her substance causes you to consider another way…when the white day turns to grey she yearns to lay with you, to caress herself within you. The passion between the two seems surreal. Human subsistence causes wonder, is this real? Conscious in the solar prime, dormant after sundown and before sunrise, let the dream continue and she will forever long for you
Until we meet again,
Almostdating007
Inspiring Times with Tiffany Michellé 💋♥☺ 