The Fracture: April 2024, Part 2
You're a horrible therapist. Fuckleroy. Cold War fun. That guy I'm obsessed with.
The links
I’m not a big movie person, so when something catches my attention, it’s a big deal. REALLY big deal because I rarely finish the few movies I watch. The last two standouts, alluring me to watch through their entireties, were Succession (not a movie) and Poor Things (good but wouldn’t watch again). Vogue came out with “The 10 Buzziest Releases Coming to Cannes in 2024,” and Kinds of Kindness (What’s it about? Watched two trailers and still don’t know. But Emma Stone and Yorgos Lanthimos are back!) and The Apprentice (Sebastian Stan as Donnie T… and our beloved “eldest boy”).
Do you or someone you love suffer from… (checks notes)… sexsomnia?
Good posture is… (checks notes)… “fake news”… ???
HuffPost brings you six therapy-speak terms that we are using to incorrectly diagnose people.
The music
Listening and chilling to so much Men I Trust lately. Here’s one of my favorites, “Lauren.” Also check out “Morse Code,” “Seven,” and “Norton Commander.” Perfect summer zone-out music.
I need whispers that make me move
Riding the country for driving's sake
Sync me within the outside world
So I can better miss my home
Next up, “My Trigger” by Miike Snow (no typo). The video makes the Cold War look fun. Sexy song I would love to burlesque to. 😉
I saw you licking a dollar bill
I'm in the graveyard if looks could kill
But murder ain't your thing, you just shoot to thrill
But if you did, put you in my will, will
…
They say that your body is full of sin
But they can't see the world that we're in
Your body is the door through where peace begins
I give you more, we can take a spin, spin
The art
I found Rosaura Crafts at a small pop-up on a Downtown Yakima shopping scavenger hunt. She wasn’t there in person, but her vibrant polymer clay jewelry stopped me in my tracks. Her snake and anatomical heart earrings are calling out to me.
The random
There is a lot I could put here. Many occurrences made my mind itch, but only one thing served as a balm.
I’ve been recounting my open lifestyle journey with my therapist, and a number of things have floated to the top. I’m getting pickier, have firmer standards, and need people on my same level of confidence and experience.
The biggest epiphany happened last night when she asked what my ideal sex life would look like if she could just wave a magic wand. I smiled huge and mentioned fantasies and pursuits that had one thing in common which I failed to notice until she pointed it out: they all involved my husband.
“I don’t mean this in a bad way,” she said, “but you’re obsessed with him. You’re enamored with your husband.”
I couldn’t help smiling. “I am. I really am.”
“How can we make these things happen?”
And that’s how I got homework and also talked to my husband about how to make some of this a reality. Our 20th anniversary is next week. We’re celebrating with a fancy dinner and a badass photo shoot, but I’m very much looking forward to this summer. Maybe my solo sensuality checklist won’t be so… (checks notes)… solo.
The last section!! Gave me a big smile.