Haven't posted here in a while. Better things to do, no doubt, than write about sex. Until a few months ago I never realized how much guilt I was carrying around. And how much that was standing in the way of enjoying sex again. This blog has helped me shed that guilt and embrace my marriage with both legs. My thoughts may have been stolen by the boys. I've brought them back to me. Been neglecting Mr. White the last few weeks. Not a good idea. Only two more nights with my lover before he leaves for a month. Can't be wasted.
Something else kept me from blogging. Watching the world. I'm in the right place at the wrong time. People seem so lazy about making their own passion. What happened to get married first, fall in love later? If this blog means anything, its that we can all make our own passion. We can marry the right person to share a life with, and create passion within that partnership. And a better passion. Perhaps my back being broken is what saved me. I knew that great sex alone meant nothing. Meant an empty bank account or a morning alone. I could feel the real love when it came. The acceptance. Then, the sex meant nothing to me. That changed. Sex means a lot. We made it ourselves. Did it take time and effort? Of course! It even took fantasizing about another man. Isn't that the role of an artist? To make life more real and bring people together? Stuck in this box together, we get creative. My only hope is that more people know this. People realize this anew. We can't be the only couple helped by Jack White.
