Really only talking about one machine actually, the one we exist in. This, amigos, is the most phenomenal of phenomenal things.
We opened up the way we did in part one for several reasons, the first one biting some chunks into the discrimination theme which is continuing through part two. Two, ensure language isn’t going to get in the way as we move forward, the words we use need to stop separating us. Three, it was funny as hell for me.
We’ll continue to run with the funny theme, remove some vulgarity, not talk about digits in dates.
We will though, just quickly, because it is relevant to the purposes. This body, the machine you exist in, is yours, only yours, as mine is only mine, everyones is only everyones. We have full permission to do what we want with it, full, nobody can remove that permission. All of us have done it to ourselves though, simply by not enjoying it because of what others will think of us, we might be embarrassed, etcetera.
Guys, those people who do not let you be you in every way are not friends, family, anyone to spend time with. We learn to love ourselves, we learn to love our bodies and the foundation for success is stupidly strong. The right support, trust, friends and influences the best starting point.
Now, I’m not saying here that someone who pulls you up for a harmful narrative (story, complaint, ignorance) you are projecting to the world is not a friend, family, loved one. These people should be at the top of your hang around list provided they are living in their life what they are telling you, their actions rather than their words are the evidence of their advice. We understand this?
Once you start looking in the mirror and feeling good about yourself you start understanding what I am saying. One starts to touch their muscles, or new definition that wasn’t there, it’s nice, different, it’s okay. They begin giving themselves little hugs and saying thankyou for the beautiful work they have done, we get to appreciate ourselves. One holds their own hand.
This Miley, it is perfectly beautiful, when you can hold your own hand and be completely comfortable with it, it is beautiful. An understanding that I do not need anything but me comes into my space. I can finger myself if I want to.
Like, literally, this is where I want us to get to. Holding our own hands, I don’t do it in public while sometimes doing it in public. Sitting on a park bench the eyes will close, hands come together, head bows a little, breath calm, it is perfect. Pure comfort. It is okay to hold my own hand, to give me everything I need.
So, I don’t need to finger myself, but the point is I know I can if I want to, it’s my body, I’ll do what I want with it. Very rarely I participate in any form of anal activity however, maybe once every six months. Isn’t my thing and have to be in a very specific mood.
Looking after the shell and being comfortable from a sexuality perspective are part two of the journey together. They go hand in hand. Exercise basics we build on, learning to take full advantage of the building in the process.