Runes

I had one of my students do a Rune reading for me, and it was on a whole very positive and very in-depth about what has been going on in my life. One of the things that is especially true is that there's some sort of blockage that keeps me from moving forward. What that blockage is, I'm not sure. However, there is something that I do need to come to terms with myself. Unfortunately, I won't be able to tell him this, but whatever.

The reason why I broke up with M three years ago was because of the fact that I don't find him sexually attractive at all. I looked back to when I was with him and he would kiss me at Port Authority while waiting for the bus to take him home. All I wanted to do was push him off of me, and go home. There was just nothing there. I thought about the prospect of sleeping with him, and I didn't have a good feeling about it. That was just the way it was. Yes, he liked the same things I did, but if there's no passion there, what's the point? Why pretend to be into something that I'm not? It was better to have ended things than to make myself unhappy by staying.

I can't help it, but I miss SH. I think about him quite a bit, mostly about the fact that I should have stayed with him that night. I think I would've been more content sleeping in his arms than trekking all the way out to Bushwick. That is my one regret of that experience. I don't know if that was the one and only time or if we'll see each other again, but I'm so happy that we gave ourselves to each other that night. I'm so happy that we had this powerful connection that we couldn't deny and that we acted on it. I do hope that I'll be able to see him again. Still, it was better to experience a brief period of bliss with him than go a lifetime without it.

I knew that there was something different when I was dancing that night. A different kind of energy was radiating through me. It was my feminine power, brought forth by Bastet. I know what K meant whenever she called me a Cat Goddess.

It's only been two days since I've started meditating, but I've felt such a significant change. I feel the energy coursing through every inch of my body, radiating out through my fingers. I think I'm beginning on my true path for spiritual growth. I have set on the course. I look forward to what is to come.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid...

I let my neurotic-ism get the better of me, and I did something so crazy and off the wall that I can't believe I actually went through with it. I wanted to find out more about SH, so I did it... All I really wanted to find out was his full name. Don't need to know where he lives or anything like that. Just his name. Still, that doesn't make what I did okay. I can't believe I just went and did something so stupid. Talk about some self-sabotage there. The difficulty for me is that I just can't let the sleeping dogs lie. I can't just enjoy the weekend together for what it was. An amazing shooting star. Beautiful in the time that it happened, but far too brief.

I'm sorry, SH! I'm so sorry!

Insert SH...

I am really believing more and more that the path I have taken in the past month was a path that I was meant to lead. Everything that has happened has led me to SH. That man is unbelievable. Absolutely incredible, and I wish he was here a little bit longer. Alas, he is on a flight back to San Diego.

We crossed paths at Rebel Friday night, as I was dancing the night away. There he was in a cute bear costume with an afro and sunglasses. He decided to come out because he knew that Disorient was a part of the Burning Man scene, and he was a Burner. I came out because I needed to dance and just go a little crazy. I had gone up to dance on stage, and all of a sudden there are a whole bunch of guys who wanted to be around me. But it was SH who caught my eye. He started dancing with me, and next thing you know, he had me pinned against a bar and we could barely keep our hands off each other. He had his hands in my hair, pulling my head back with that roughness that I like. It was like he knew what I wanted without even saying it. Director was worried that I was impaired and that he was taking advantage, but he definitely wasn't. Everything he did, I wanted. He has such amazing lips. I loved kissing him. We definitely wanted to see each other again. We didn't want that to be it, especially with the way we were teasing each other.

Last night was sheer bliss. Such an amazing night with him. We met up by Times Square, and then decided to skip the parade to go back to his hotel room. It was absolutely mind blowing. He was amazing. Just so beautiful. I loved feeling him on top of me, under me, inside me... I loved feeling his sweat on me, his hands in my hair, his lips on me, his mark on me. Every second of it was fantastic. I must be using every single adjective under the sun to describe it, but that's how it was. And he's so adorable and sweet. Some of my favorite moments were when we were just cuddling in bed, and I could feel his fingers trailing down by body or he'd brush my hair away from my face. It was such a sweet and blissful moment. At that point, I would've forgotten all about the Danger party and just stayed the night. Then of course, I'm getting ready, putting my hair back into place, getting lipstick on, then next thing you know SH and I are kissing each other again. Lipstick back on, kissing again. And repeat a few more times. At that point, I ix-nayed the lipstick because it just wound up on his lips. My lips are still sensitive from kissing him.

I hope he thinks about me from time to time. I hope that I'll be able to see him again the next time he's in New York or if I ever travel to San Diego.