What happened today was a miracle we’ve been hoping for since 2016. For the first time since Tr*mp took office, a huge percentage of Americans, as well as in other countries around the world, are able to give a collective exhale of relief. People who were marginalized, targeted by hate groups, had promises made to them that were ultimately broken, the forgotten, those who couldn’t breathe, those who had their healthcare taken, who had to ration their insulin, who still don’t have clean water in Flint, MI. All the people whose lives were threatened and targeted because they didn’t fit into a narrow definition of ‘TrUe pAtRiOtS’ led by a cult that couldn’t keep their lies straight, and had the audacity to call these hate groups, ‘fine people’. And for the first time, I was able to look at all the hateful vitriol that’s posted on social media, and not feel my blood pressure rise.
When I saw this week’s Food 4 Thought Friday prompt, I thought it would be a good idea to take up the challenge and talk about what pushes me to write. If you have been following up on my posts, then you already know a bit about my past and know that I grew up with a lot of siblings and not a lot of direction in my life. Writing was definitely not something I had intended to do with my life in the beginning. I was more the type to not have a plan for the future until about 5 minutes before it happened, which meant much of my free time was dedicated to playing video games as much as possible. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about what I would do, I just didn’t feel like I needed to worry about it at that moment.
I became inspired to write this post based on a new-ish prompt challenge hosted by a blogger acquaintance and fellow erotica blogger, Brigit Delaney, which challenges us to explore new types of content to write about. Which is good for me, as I was fresh out of ideas lately. The challenge this week is to write something about our most/least favorite sexual positions. I thought I would take this a step further to talk about the positions that work well for Primals in the process.
For a few years after my enlistment ended, I felt like I had some understanding of life and what it was supposed to be, but much of it was still a great mystery to me, and no matter where I looked, or who I talked to, there was always something missing or a there would be a huge hole in their logic, or my logic.