Be Primal

26 Mar

Warning: If you are my father, grandparent or one who is uncomfortable with sex…DO NOT READ FURTHER. I write this with love:)

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Why ignore biology
Stifle intimacy
Fear
Of what
Unbridled ecstasy
Reality meets fantasy
A language of love and lust
Leaves you hanging in the dust
Stripped away
Left to decay
Why fuck tomorrow
When you can fuck today
Sex is a must
Move or you’ll rust
Yield and adjust
Feel and thrust
Let go
Be free
You can renew
Just be
In the moment
Out in the open
Don’t be afraid
Just get laid
It’s not a game
You can’t win
You won’t lose
Just choose
To fuck
Say so what
Let’s rumble
And tumble
Get in trouble
Fumble
Draw it in
Breathe it out
No reason
No doubt
No order
No rhyme
Here and Now
Fuck time
No thinking
No stressing
No guessing
Just in it
Sin it
Win it
Let’s get into it
Together
Intertwined
Sublime

Why I Practice

17 Mar

I practice Yoga because like this glimmering water, I want what I reflect upon to be clear.

I want to remain open to new perspectives.

I want to see fear as an opportunity and then have the guts to seize it.

I want to see my failures as reasons to try again, to keep getting better, not as a means to retreat or give up entirely.

I want to act with grace in the matters I can control and I want the wisdom to surrender what I cannot.

I want to feel empowered in my body, marvel and respect the vessel that gives me life.

I want to recognize the dream in living everyday life while being patient and passionate about the dreams of my future.

I want each breath to be fueled with enthusiasm and gratitude, not one taken for granted.

I want to love generously, without inhibition, every single day, beginning with myself.

All this wanting leaves dreams lying stagnant in my mind. So I practice. I do. I fall time and time again until one day, I AM.

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When Someone Loves You

13 Mar

Love feels good
Really damn good
And it’s easy
I hate this perpetuating myth that love is hard
Relationships take work
Bullshit
It feels like no effort at all to be kind to the ones I love
In fact it feels better than anything else
To encourage
To uplift
To give all of yourself
Is the ultimate realization of our purpose on Earth
To love
And Be loved
And Be Love
There’s an ongoing addiction amongst many
That clings to the need to fight
To stir up trouble
That soaks up drama like a dry sponge
That needs constant reminders
And validation
How much do you love me?
As if it could ever be quantified
We forget that Love just is
We complicate it
By writing about it
Stirring about it
Asking about it
Neglecting to realize the answer is always there
Right behind the chest
Behind the eyes
Reveals the whole truth
No disguise, no lies
We simply must Be about it
Mute all other noise
Listen to the pure, still, silence within
It speaks volumes
But is often drown out
By excessive sights and sounds
Purchases and luxuries
A rat race
A salary chase
A bad man’s embrace
There are no answers echoed by the mouths of babes
There exist no string of letters that eloquently point to the truth
To knowing
BEing
Sincerely Seeing
Not dreaming
Or hoping
Or doping
Certainly not moping
Living is close
Thriving is better
One takes the cake more than ever
Just this
Bliss
Now
Pulsing with all others
And the universe
It’s not about god
Religion
Superstition
Hallucination
It’s here
In front of you
Beating within you
Loving the life you Are
Over the one you Have
Loving a smile
A hug
An out of the blue gesture of kindness
Generosity
Without currency
An acceptance
Among each individual
Of themselves
And others
And an understanding
That love is kind
Honest
Benevolent
Giving
And receiving
Equally
Without attachment
Or expectation
A contract can’t solidify it
A ring holds no value
This is dirty
Raw
Pure
Open
Trusting
Trustworthy
Respectful
Humorous
Considerate
Understanding
Cyclical
But never repetitive
Comfortable
But never boring
Caring
But never controlling
Real fucking Love
Love it takes guts to follow
Genuine self worth to know you deserve
And an unrelenting tolerance of life’s waves of changes
Flow
Roll on
Float above
Fall in Love
With you First
The Planet second
And whoever the fuck you want after
And ever after
From Now On
It’s not difficult
It really isn’t
Nut up
Shut up
And be the badass you’re meant to be
Love yourself
So you’re not an ass to others
Don’t smother
Or ignore
Wo(man) up
And show up
This ride ain’t shit without Love
Real Love
Timeless
Effortless
Endless
Fuck all these words
Delete them Now
Move forward
Knowing how
It’s in you already
Tune in
Take the ride worth living
Surrender within
Enjoy every rise
Learn from every fall
Love will carry you
Happily through it all

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Choice

4 Mar

It is my choice to be happy or sad
Externality should make no difference
Over time discontent poisons the soul
And the gut
Until what?
Happiness does not come via circumstance
There is no catalyst
No happy ending
There is Now
Or never
Awaken immediately
Or else suffer
There is no list to check off
No wrongs to right
The choice is in front of us
A moment’s decision
Forgive, let go
Before anyone else
The first and last say is You
Permission granted
All views slanted
In this direction
All arrows aimed with vigor
Right at your center
Asking if now is a good time
Knowing there is no other
Decide
Make a statement
I
Am
Okay
I
Am
Blissed
Ecstatic
Right
Fucking
Now
The past is over
No more memories a blur
I am awake
Aware
So are you
Look
Listen
Absorb
But don’t label
Let go of descriptions
Prescriptions
Analysis
Interpretation
One station
Or another
Let go
Just be
Clean slate
Brand new
You’re You
I am me
Whoever we want to be
Let’s just Be
Choose

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Where is Christopher Guest When You Need Him?

30 Jan

Somehow even though I’ve dropped most of my cynicism, well at least my cynical attitude, I’ve managed to become pickier when it comes to films, comedy in particular. I don’t consider myself to be pretentious, I like a lot of ridiculous movies that many hate (MacGruber!) or just don’t get, but still, I don’t know if it’s me but this country continues to get dumber.

I can see the angry people with flags storming up the steps to my apartment (luckily no one knows where I live) trying to prove the intelligence of our educationally challenged country. Sorry, folks, you specifically may be the brightest bulb in the box, but collectively, we’re quite dim. It’s embarrassing. And it’s showcased in its most obvious form via our entertainment, which luckily is piped into the ears and eyes of most foreign countries, whether they want it or not.

I’m not super girly, but it is so much to ask for a decent romantic comedy? I mean what the fuck is Katherine Heigl doing? I like her, or at least I liked her, and along with some fairly talented and beautiful women (sometimes Jen Aniston, Kristen Bell, other blonds), her film choices just blow. Awful, awful, insulting pieces of crap. Knocked Up was the highlight, thanks to Seth and Judd, but it’s been downhill ever since, and I cannot think of one really good, not horrifically hyperbolic, cheesy or over the top RomCom that her or anyone has done in the past decade.

Cut to actual comedies. The good ones are so few and far between and when they arise, they’re usually indie flicks or they’re dark comedies like In Bruges and the recent, 7 Psychopaths (fucking fantastic). Bridesmaids was a rare gem and I have hope the amazing Kristen Wigg will give us more of her endless goods, but until then, the bromance success is running dry and I just yearn for a Spinal Tap, Waiting for Guffman or Best in Show. Where is Christopher Guest when we need him?!

Christopher Guest does not make RomComs, nor should he, but he makes truly remarkable, unique films, and they’re monumentally funnier than most anything you will watch from this or any year of the past 30. I recently watched Waiting for Guffman again. Oh my fucking god, I was laughing throughout the entire thing. Ricky Gervais should be kissing his ass and thanking him profusely (I’m pretty sure they’re friends, so it makes sense) for this documentary style filming because when they’ve removed that extra layer and now you’re led to believe these are real, flesh and blood people, somehow it’s all that much funnier.

I’m watching Guffman and just angry that not Guest, nor any of the incredible cast have received anything beyond a cult following for these truly spectacular roles and performances. Come on?! The characters are written and performed with such heart, such authenticity, and the most audacious humor. Nothing about these films are predictable. We are not spoon fed a token happy ending. There is no girl hates boy, boy loves girl, girl loves boy, boy then hates girl, but wait, don’t worry, boy loves girl and girl loves boy, it’s all good, the end. Blech, I’m over it.

These are ridiculous first world problems but nonetheless I’d like Christopher Guest and any like him (there’ve got to be more than just him. i’ll pray for it) to come back and show these idiots how it’s done. We all know our country will spend billions of dollars seeing the eighth Transformers and whatever Channing Tatum shows up in (not judging, I’d hit that, I just wouldn’t spend money on The Vow). Let’s not worry about that, but let’s force Gary Marshall into retirement, please (what’s next after Valentine’s Day and New Year’s Eve? Arbor Day!), stop making films about couples who can’t stand relationships but just want to fuck (three in one year! Love and Other Drugs, No Strings Attached AND Friends With Benefits. Gross), and films where a hot chick and a strong man fight crime unexpectedly (Bounty Hunter, the Killers, whatever that one with Tom Cruise and Cameron Diaz was, and the recent Parker. Bored).

I’m not sure if I should go on a rant about these insane PG comedies that come out every Christmas and have since I was a child (Yours, Mine and Ours, Cheaper by the Dozen, every single Meet the Parents movie, and the recent Parental Guidance. Sigh). Sure, we’re a country of diverse people and tastes but I swear the consensus is stupid. We’ve got to be better than this. Similar to the fact that we are a gun culture, a god culture, and a glutinous culture, we need to shift into a more intelligent way of communicating and that includes how we’re entertained.

We must demand more from ourselves, I’ve written of this before when disenchanted by the popularity of all the Kardashians and all the Housewives and all the crap out there. You see it on cable news, blatant ridiculousness that would insult event the those of average intelligence. We need better! I don’t want the brilliance of Christopher Guest to be enjoyed by a minority of enthusiasts, most of us are capable of enjoying this if we’d just raise our standards a bit.

Best in Show 2, please! Let’s make it happen, people. I can’t survive this current stagnation, I’ll end up leaving the country again. I like it here, for the most part, but I think we can do better. There should be a priority list of issues higher than the quality of our comedies, of course, but it’s something.

Apparently Christopher Guest is writing a show, fingers crossed that makes it passed pilot season. Who can predict? Will it supersede the wit and talent of Two and a Half Men? Let’s fucking hope so. Ay ay ay.

Sexual Privacy: A Cultural Oxymoron

27 Nov

It seems the many of us that cry out for individual freedoms, for the government to stay out of our personal business, are often simultaneously voicing our opinions on what those rights should be. It’s no one’s business what WE do, but what THEY do, that’s fair game. I call bullshit on this hypocrisy. The irony seeps into all of our lives at some point and we need to call ourselves out, something’s gotta give.

The outcry and magnitude of focus on the sex scandal involving General Petraeus and other members of our most secretive organizations showcases not only a major failing in what should be very private matters, but also our utter misappropriation of the important issues. We’ve been at war with Afghanistan for 10 years, the longest in our short span as an empire. Never mind the cost of human life, on all sides. Never mind the positive turn the General took our movement in Iraq. And never mind the very real and current issues us and our allies are enduring daily in a country most of us have never been. Our general had an affair! The worst!

It’s appalling and sad someone with such power was able to uncover and spy on personal exchanges between two people simply because a woman he found attractive wanted him to, but what’s worse is how our media chooses to handle it. A journalist’s job used to be to inform, objectively. Now, it seems their job is to incense, to ignite emotion, fear, confusion, disappointment, and overall feelings of negativity and unrest. Years ago, when I was less mature and more interested in the business and lives of others over my own, I may have found this story fascinating and/or upsetting. Where I am today is merely disgruntled over our chosen focus.

Similar with President Clinton, I feel a person can be a shitty husband/wife while also being great at their careers. What General Petraeus did was unfortunate, even pathetic. Duh, keep it in your pants, but what’s more shocking is our surprise. Those who are drawn to power are often there because of the perks they consistently benefit from. Without naming names, I’ll simply say I’ve witnessed high powered military officers take advantage of these same roles. Their authority and superiority over most provides an air of invincibility. We’ve seen this time and time again.

I accept this. I do not care what my general does with his penis. That is his business. Is it unfortunate for his wife and children? Hell yes. If it were me, I’d of course be humiliated, disheartened, and bewildered if my husband betrayed me in this way. It’s still not a stranger’s business and while I think liars and dishonesty in general should be exposed, it shouldn’t be at the hands of another who’s not even involved, and certainly not in the hands of the US government. This story is convoluted and keeps unraveling.

Naturally, if our national security was really at stake, or if Petraeus was sleeping with the enemy, maybe I’d be concerned. Our outrage is over the sex, not our concerns for safety. That’s a lie I find infuriating. Call it what it is. Sex sells, and the news is no longer a free public service, it’s a damn performance for ratings and advertising dollars.

I’m sick of hearing about this. We’ve got to define people by more than this one area. And as we’ve seen in the past days as this ridiculous story keeps unraveling; where there is one, there are many. We put our leaders, our celebrities, our CEO’s up to this unfair standard based upon a fictionalized set of moral principles. Dig deep, and you will not like what you find. Men get distracted by young female attention. Young females get distracted by the power of an older man. This happens amongst the weak, but it also lives in us all.

The very people who are outraged over this scandal would be horrified if their own secrets we’re exposed. We all have them. I have nothing to hide. I’m a fairly open book, but if you dissected e-mails I’ve written with friends, you’d discover some filthy talk about what we’d do if given just an hour with James Bond. My husband knows of this, I have no shame, I expect he carries his own fantasies, his own private weird little mind, and rather than using this technology to expose this in him, I prefer to retain some mystery in us all, trusting who he really is, as well as who I really am is much deeper and much stronger than any silly rhetoric can speak to.

I also learned at a young age not to take male attention too seriously. There will be people who love and hate me, those who desire me and those who are disgusted by me. The more I define myself by outside feedback, by my image, my labels, by what others perceive me to be, the more I’m likely to seek validation outside myself as well. An endless, painful cycle. I’m hit on by men, more often older, on a regular basis. This has little to do with my looks. I genuinely believe this happens constantly with human beings. I’ll smile and have a short conversation, but the attention gives me nothing. I am not impressed by a bank account. I like older men but not because of their age. I like men my age as well. People are too easily flattered by the fawning praise of another. Please. We all get diarrhea. That fact alone should keep it all in perspective.

If we can all come to a consensus that sexuality, sexual desires, exchanges, conversations, who and how we choose to love is within the rights and choices of the individual, and these decisions needn’t be placed under the scrutiny of strangers, law enforcement, loved ones or anyone besides the parties immediately involved, then we can roll past these issues that end up embarrassing us rather than helping us. As long as we cast judgment toward the private activities of others, we’ll never really progress and get to the real issues plaguing us daily.

Can we possibly get over ourselves? Sex is natural. I’ve mentioned it before, but the biological impact and power sex has over the decisions we make is monumental. If we stopped squelching these desires, feeling shame about being sexual, or treating sex as this game between people, as a power grab, this would free us to live more authentically. Monogamy is not for everyone. People mistake lust and attraction for something missing in their relationship.

And newsflash: women cheat too. They love it. There’s an excitement in sneaking around, in living a spy-like double life. It charges the ego like nothing else because you combine the tantalizing grip of sexual chemistry with the self-esteem boosting mechanism of outside attention. Real esteem cannot grow or deplete because of the temporary attention from another, and herein lies the problem; we have no fucking clue what real confidence feels like, what success looks like, and what real love brings to and from us. We’re consumed by how others view us. We are defined by images, assets, dollars, things, attractiveness, accomplishments, and somewhere along the way character, heart, altruism and sincere kindness is lost.

We get married because it looks good. I’ve seen it in the military myself. Men, specifically, will marry in hopes it’ll raise their chances in major promotions like to Chief or Commander. Sure, the advancement system is corrupt and based on time over merit, style over substance, but somewhere along the line people fall into the trap of looking the part over living their truth. More people get married because of stigma, because it’s the next step, because it shows whatever fictional being is watching that they’ve grown up, matured, and are ready to settle down and live as an adult.

I do not care why people get married or to who, I’m merely observing a pattern that leads to these cliché examples and inevitable indiscretions. Do I think marriage leads to men cheating? No. I think getting married for the wrong reasons, staying in unhappy relationships because of image or worry of judgment lead people to retreat and sneak around more than if people were marrying truly out of love. Convenience, status, placating parents, religion, or psychological holes in our hearts will lead to continued dissatisfaction in the future. It’s physics. It’s obvious. And yet we are blind.

We have to address the root of the problem as well as our fixation on the details themselves. If we accept our own sexual desires and attractions totally and completely, without fear, guilt, shame or judgment, we will extend that same gift toward others.

I hate to even mention sexual predators and child molesters, but obviously that is not what I’m discussing. True criminal offenders should be brought to justice, period.

I’m referring to those who have the desire to sleep around, to explore multiple people or genders, to be dominated or to dominate another, to dress up like whatever weird animal, creature or fictional fantasy they choose. I don’t care. I find feet kind of gross. I won’t be sucking any toes, but I am happy for those with foot fetishes to satisfy that itch. If the members involved are consenting adults and they’re enjoying themselves, it is not my business, nor do I want to know about it! I don’t care.

The fallout from the political and religious leaders engaging in what we deem to be salacious activities with another, often to the shock and horror of their followers (an example would be evangelical Ted Haggert and his multi-year long affairs with male prostitutes) stems first from how they’ve chosen to live their lives, how they projected their voice, how they used their influence and power. If, instead, they preached acceptance and love of others, embracing both the public and private nature in us all, perhaps the interest, pain and sometimes joy at his expense would be much less intense.

There are many intelligent minds out there whose credit have all been lost because they dipped their penises in the wrong ink. Again, who cares? Why are we surprised? These men marry safe, parentally approved women. They shit out an average of 2-4 kids, they keep up their appearances in the community, but somewhere along the line their needs aren’t being met. Is this a character flaw and weakness? Yes, of course it is. But is it our business to judge, to discuss ad nauseam, and to feverishly demand immediate retirement and removal from their post?

I don’t think so, especially with examples like General Petraeus. His mission and goal hasn’t been to infringe upon the rights of others, to make a case against the private lives of individuals or to cast judgment toward anyone in any way. He was a great general. And now as the middle-east continues to fall apart, we’re left without a few men who merely couldn’t keep their zippers up but were otherwise highly respected, experienced and knowledgable in their fields.

We could speak to the ridiculously hypocritical nature of a woman having an affair with a married man who, in-turn, became enraged with jealousy at the thought of an adulterer having more than one mistress. We could speak to the pathetic nature of people in power, taking advantage of a superiority complex. We could speak to the spouses of many who forget what an important facet sex is to a successful relationship. We can speak to tattle tales and gossip hounds who couldn’t wait to expose the faults of another, inevitably poisoning and revealing themselves in the process. And we can speak to the responsibility we all have, the only control there really is, what we choose to believe, project, enhance and absorb.

Sex is a big driver in my life. I remember hearing men think about sex every seven seconds or some bullshit and thinking, “yeah, that sounds about right.” I see and feel the double entendre in everything and I watch as the interactions between us all become entangled in sexual undertones. I love it. I always thank the universe women don’t get boners and that somehow women are less culpable in scenarios like this than men. The pervasive double standard implies women are driven by less trivial matters but we all know that’s not true. The why and how may size up differently, but the source material is the same. We wish to connect with others and we all have unique buttons. Some push them successfully, others do not, but we all have them.

To judge one’s behavior regarding sex is akin to banishing someone suffering from immense thirst for drinking from the wrong trough of water. Yes, we have will power, we take responsibility for choices, but we shouldn’t dismiss the powerful nature of sex, and how easily it is for us all to succumb in our own ways. If we were all honest and accepting of our personal wants and needs, we’d be happy releasing the sexuality of others to the individual to enjoy privately.

Hunger, thirst, self-preservation and sexual desire exist amongst all living beings. Society and religion demonizes this and what it’s bred is a culture of liars, a system of acting a certain way, being good on paper, but being an unhappy, artificially put together human being who can’t tell the difference between lies and truth anymore. I genuinely feel sympathy for all in this matter, for those who’ve been betrayed and hurt, and for those who’ve lost their way and become so consumed by their identity and reputation that they fell as far as they did.

Why are we so fixated on this one issue and yet so drastically ill-informed, blissfully ignorant regarding the war this man was running? We are drowning in a sea of sex scandals, appalled by the behavior of others, while willfully unapologetic for our own responsibility in it. I find those who are most bitter on these subjects are the most sexually repressed, unsatisfied folks there are. And for them, I feel sympathy. It’s remarkable what a good orgasm can do. And if we explored and loved our own bodies without hesitation, our interactions with others, both sexual and otherwise, would improve drastically.

If we’d simply be upfront with our desires and expectations to those we’re entering intimate commitments with, and some would say that’s what marriage vows are, then we’d retain the responsibility to own our mistakes and to deal with them privately, without the scrutiny and input of others. It’s no one’s business but our own and regardless if you choose for your life to be exposed publicly, it is still only important to the individuals involved how these deeply personal matters play out.

If we were really free and accepting, our actions would be more beneficial than detrimental. We wouldn’t have to hide, to live a lie, to please the opinions and standards of the powers at be.

There is nothing wrong with being gay, straight, bisexual or transgendered.
There is nothing wrong with masturbation.
There is nothing wrong with enjoying sex.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with many people.
There is nothing wrong with actually having sex with multiple people.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with only one person.

We are culpable for our actions and lies, but only to those directly involved. What one man does with his genitals affects far less than what he does with his weapons. Why do we trust one thing so blindly and yet we demonize him for relationships we know nothing about? Our focus is on the wrong issues! Wake the fuck up, people.

We can all sort out our personal issues without the onslaught of disparaging comments from others. I’ll deal with my bullshit, you deal with yours. We’re still perfectly capable of executing the duties the law, our jobs, and other responsibilities require. Live and let live.

Let’s demand better from our journalists, our country and ourselves. It starts within.

Why is This James Bond so Painfully Sexy?

14 Nov

Warning! This subject matter in this article surrounds sex. I use the word f*ck without an asterisks. I talk about body parts (mostly non-genital, but still, be forewarned). I describe in detail why James Bond (Daniel Craig, specifically) is so sexy (the answers may or may not surprise you). These are merely the humble observations and musings from a woman who’s had crushes on men since the age of 3. If you don’t have the stomach for the content, no worries or offense intended, simply read one of many I’ve written on less lascivious subjects.

I’ve been toying with the idea of starting a separate site/blog/platform to write about sex, what it is to be sexy, who is sexy and why, sexual double standards (my research focus in college), and just flat-out honest truths about sexuality today. I don’t want to be dirty, raunchy or crass just for the hell of it. I want to write from an honest place. I like sex. I enjoy discussing it, watching it, having it and being turned on by others. I think it is the single biggest driver in life, beyond the need to be fed, clothed, sheltered, and quenched. What’s beautiful about sex is it somehow satisfies hunger and thirst while making you feel enveloped by heat, secure by the sheer vulnerability of the body that accompanies you.

Anyway, I digress…

As bizarre as it seems being a nearly three decade old human living in western civilization, I have never seen a Bond film. Correction: I hadn’t until 3 days ago. To be fair, I think I waited for the right time, and the right Bond. Nonetheless something in the allure escaped me until days ago. I’d seen numerous clips growing up. There’s something about iconic films and characters that seep into the fabric of our culture. I still haven’t seen Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi (I’m sure every nerd’s head is exploding) and yet I know, like everyone else knows, that Vader is Luke’s father. Spoiler alert.

So I grew up knowing Bond was charismatic, strong, clever, that he drinks martinis shaken, not stirred, and he can work his way into any woman’s pants. He’s mysterious, calm under pressure, aloof in emotion, and alert in passion. He’s the ultimate get for any villain and yet, given the chances time and time again, he always emerges alive, often unscathed. What I saw growing up seemed cheesy, over the top and nonsensical. Why would the antagonist finally get his hands on Bond only to give some ridiculous speech, a tour of his elaborate facilities, a look at the impossibly powerful weapon he’ll use to kill millions, only to have given 007 enough time to assess the environment and flip the script in his favor? Seemed so silly to me. My education on these films extends to sound bites of Sean Connery saying Pussy Galore in that classic accent of his, and the brilliantly funny Austin Powers films, the first in particular.

Cut to Now. Last year I saw Girl With the Dragon Tattoo and it was then I was privy to the raw sexual magnetism and acting talents of Mr. Daniel Craig. His eyes are piercing, seriously, it hurts to look right into them. His body is so, um, hold on I’m sweating, it’s just so, well, fuckable. Yeah, fuckable. There’s hardly a better word to describe it. I see him, the arms, the chest, the ASS; and my mind, body and heart all go to the same place: sex. He could charm the panties off a blind woman. The deep voiced British accent doesn’t hurt either.

Once the previews for Skyfall released, I realized I needed to nip this ‘I’ve yet to see a Bond film’ thing in the bud. So, my very own delicious man and I bought Casino Royale for 10 bucks on BluRay (very worth it!) and had a cozy Saturday night in. Within two minutes, I was regretting watching it with my husband. I mean no disrespect. Something I’ve learned being happily monogamous for over 7 years is the recognition that I am still human. As I mentioned above, I’ve been crushing on men since I was 3, since I can remember. I’ve yet to let go of my childhood crushes (Val Kilmer!), so I’ve accumulated a long, fascinating list of men I put into the spank bank.

Being attracted to another man, or men in my case, does not diminish the hotness my husband has. And he is hot. I’m quite lucky. I fully know and expect for him to feel the same way. He has Scarlet Johansen and other lovely, beautiful, sexy women to drool over. Feeling jealousy or being territorial only pushes people away and reveals ugly insecurities. And those are not sexy. Watching gorgeous people (like James Bond) have sex is titillating. It leads to awesome actual sex after. Try it yourself.

So as a young girl with no internet or tv in my room, I found my stimulation wherever I could. Top Gun (again, Val Kilmer), soap opera sex scenes, TV shows, magazines and album covers with cute guys, and with whatever fuzzy, unclear nudity I could find by surfing channels we didn’t really have access to. I like some erotica, naked people having sex certainly does the trick, but what sends me to withdrawal from the spank bank are films like Casino Royale.

The film begins with this beautiful neo noir style homage, black and white, Bond is waiting in the office of a man who’s wronged him/possesses a threat to MI6 (I will not explain what that is). You know someone’s eyes are incredible when you can see how bright blue they are in black and white! Whoa. Despite the icy color and striking gaze, what gives someone (Mr. Craig specifically) sex appeal is the life behind those sparkling eyes. And many Brits carry my favorite quality in a man: cheekiness. There’s a naughty element there, a mystery. He’s self-assured. He knows he’s sexy and he knows you know he’s sexy. One glance and you’re done. All the sudden you can’t find your skirt and you’re wondering how quickly your principles went out the door.

We follow 007 through nail-biting chase scenes, watching him as he climbs and scales high-rises, rides a stolen motorcycle on top of the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul (this is Skyfall), engages in fist-fights above a rapidly moving train, and punch after punch, step after step, Bond never breaks. He’s steely, unfazed , it’s as if he has Iron Man’s heart. He is rough, tough and fucking badass. The man could go for hours. Double entendre intended.

Where many of the previous 20 Bond films are considered silly and lacking in good story, the recent three have critics swooning over this new, bruising, hard-edged, almost angry Bond. Most have touted him as the best Bond ever. I’m biased, nonetheless I agree. Craig busts his balls (Literally! Watch Casino Royale’s infamous torture scene. He’s naked, in a chair. That’s all I will say.) to get the job done and once he’s strangled and beaten another terrorist, he dusts off his three-piece suit (men have lingerie, women have suits) quickly adjusts his cuff-links and moves on.

Whether he’s playing poker, involved in a highly dangerous shoot outs, seducing an exquisitely beautiful woman, or having a combative conversation with his boss M, he does not blink. He gazes deeply, confidently, resolutely, until everyone in his wake turns to mush. And what you can gather from someone’s gaze is their level of focus, their awareness and commitment to the moment. What makes 007 so enigmatic, so successful, so smart, so sexy? PRESENCE.

There’s nothing more attractive than a human being fully engrossed and absorbed in the Now. Bond is fast, strong, agile, nimble, but what gives him an edge is his keen observation of his surroundings, and his second to second responses to whatever the environment and the moment brings. When he’s making love, he’s not worried about work. Whatever rough skirmish exhausted him, leaving him with stab and bullet wounds, he repairs, accepts and moves on.

It should be noted that sex appeal has little to do with physical perfection or the perception of others. It’s certainly in the eye of the beholder. I happen to find Jeff Goldblum and other interesting artists very sexy, more for their minds and their talents than their bodies or faces. Daniel Craig, similar to his British cohort Clive Owen, is (to borrow a phrase from my favorite film critic, Dave White) handsomely battered by life. His face is weathered, like he’s really lived, and despite his body’s near perfection, his sexiness emanates from his being, from his mind, his heart, his loins, his skills, his strength, his intelligence, his sense of humor, and yes, his humility. The 6-pack is a mere bonus. Who he is behind the suit, the muscles, the eyes, the sensual breath, is far more sexy than any image can capture. This video is evidence.

Finding someone so acutely sexually attractive is both exhilarating and terrifying. Who knows what this specimen could do to me? I’d certainly love to find out. In one of my favorite moments from Casino Royale, Bond finds himself in love, a rare and unique experience for him, and while recovering from some fairly severe injuries that occurred in the torture scene I mentioned above, his lady love stares into his baby blues and utters, “If the only thing left of you was your smile and your little finger, you’d still be more of a man than anyone I’ve ever known.” And Bond replies with that suggestive grin, “That’s because you know what I can do with my little finger…”

Gulp. Jesus. I erupted in this burst of nervous, excited laughter. I was moan-breathing the whole time, concerned it was obvious to the man sitting next to me. Something about a man like that makes me satiate. Eyes, mouth, body watering, like I’ve been walking for days in the desert and am desperate to quench an insatiable thirst. It’s all biology, physiology, science. My mind, thoughts, emotions are not involved at all. I’ve been rendered a mute, just a willing female awaiting impregnation.

Sexual repression, guilt, doubt and insecurity is the culprit for much of our society’s unhappiness and overall fucked-up psychosis. I carry no judgment, I simply wish for others to loosen the reigns on their own criticism. Sex is a beautiful gift. It is fun, sweeping, engulfing, with tremendous health benefits to boot. Whether you dress your partner like Bond or another sexual figure, or you’re having a good ole time with yourself, the rush and release of sexual desire is medicine for your mind, body, heart and soul. Don’t doubt it. Go with it. You don’t have to look like Bond to feel like him, or a Bond girl for that matter, you’ve just got to appreciate your life and your loins and be unapologetic in expressing them.

Being prude, self-conscious or uptight is a waste of energy, a waste of time, a waste of life. We are here because of sex. We better damn well give thanks in whatever ways we can. Happy humping!

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