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7 Kinds of Sex - Sharing An Email with A SmileResults of a recent research show that there are 7 kinds of sex: The 1st kind of sex is Smurf Sex. The 2nd kind of sex is Kitchen Sex. The 3rd kind of sex is Bedroom Sex. The 4th kind of sex is Hallway Sex. The 5th kind of sex is Religious Sex. And... last, but not least, The 7th kind of sex is Canada Pension Sex. Sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself.I woke up this morning (Saturday Oct 31) at 8:10 am and proceeded to the bathroom to take my shower. As per usual I cleansed my face, neck and declate by the sink in front of the mirror deciding to forgo the once a week mircodermabraison treatment until later because I was just not up to it and keep it a nice and simple cleanse and moisturize. After the cleanse I reached for my toothbrush applied the toothpaste on it and started to brush and something happened. There was a funny taste and in my mind I am thinking, ‘why does this toothpaste taste so weird’. I chucked it up to my sore mouth. The left side of my mouth has been a bit irritated so I thought the not so familiar taste was due to soreness and irritation. However I was not convinced and opt to try brushing my teeth again. I rinsed my mouth and toothbrush and again applied the toothpaste and started to brush and pow my mouth was infused with the minty freshness of toothpaste and I thought 'well if its tootpasty now, why not before?' it is then it hit me. The first time I brushed my teeth it was not with the toothpast but with my cleanser! I stood looking at myself in the mirror shaking my head and laughing thinking, ‘well I guess I am not as awake as I profess to be’. The incident just too preposterously incredulous to keep to myself I decided to knock on my daughter’s bedroom door and share what happened. I stood looking at her which prompted her to ask, “mommy are you alright?” I said disbelievingly, “I don’t know, you tell me” and I relayed the incident to her, first making her promise not to laugh out loud or for too long. Boy was that promise a bust the girl laughed so hard and for so long she was practically hyperventilating on her bed as she rolled from side to side trying to unsuccessfully smother her laughter…saying “who does that?”. I stood there looking at her and said, “You promised you weren’t going to laugh out loud or long”, my declaration only started another bout of laughter. I just looked at her, shook my head laughingly indignant and said, “you lied!” and left the room as her ringing laughter followed me out the door. Hearing her laughter just made me smile as I thought, ‘sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself’ and invite others into the laughter. I don’t know what that experience was about this morning but I did get the lesson or should I say lessons.
I Often WonderWhen I encounter someone homeless, dirty, reeking of vomit, filth and piss with a seemingly obliviousness to the people skittering to avoid them with faces cringed in disgust and contempt I often wonder what happened? What was the turning point that allowed this person to spiral so out of control that they descend completely into helplessness? What were the internal beliefs that continually looped in their psyche that ultimately hypnotized their mind, body and spirit that lead to the downward spiral into destitution? Where, when and why that toxic kernel of belief seeped so insidiously deep into their core that it dissipated their hope causing them to surrender their faith and give up on their selves. I wonder when they were children what their dreams were. When and why did dreams get derailed? What prevented them from re-inventing their selves creating new dreams? No one grows up thinking… ‘I am going to be a bum on the street’, ‘I am going to walk the street in a drunken stupor’, or ‘I am going to wonder the streets reeking of shit to scare people away in disgust’. What happened to all that promise and possibility? Some of my friends say I do too much thinking and that it is their choice that they are where they are. Now while there may be a sliver of truth to that, thinks are seldom that cut and dry and turth is it does not make me any less compassionate, curious, concerned or sad. No one deserves to be in that ugly place and frankly it is hurtful to see them there. Every time I encounter someone in this position I say a prayer in that moment asking the Divine to deliver them out of whatever hell they may be in, to free them so that they can realize their greatness. Does that make me crazy? This is somebody’s child, brother, sister, father, cousin, uncle, aunt and we have no right to stand and presumptuously judgment who we think they are and why they are in the position they are in. It is easy to think, it can never happen to us or any of our loved ones but who is to say what would be the think that ‘God forbid’ break you and send you, your child, your mother, your father, or your sister over the edge? It is said that there is a fine line between sanity and insanity and every day we walk that fine line. Do I have an ultimate solution to the loss souls situation, no I don’t, all I am saying is apart from the initial spontaneous reaction to the foul smell well should not allow temporary disgust from the smell lead us into harsh judgments and condemnation because the truth is, we don’t know and assumptions are not facts. My Point to this piece? We must be mindful of what we think of others and stop ourselves in the midst of judgments because while we may not be able to heal them we can certainly work at not contaminating our minds and spirit by casting aspersions on others for which we know nothing. Scratching some things out my headDO IT DIFFERENT
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Chivalry is not dead, it’s on life supportTimes have changed and so have the men. Whether men have evolved or devolved depends greatly on one’s prospective. I remember a time when men graciously opened doors for women. When men held the door open if they happen to turn around upon exiting and notice a female behind. When men gallantly vacated their seats to women and children and gladly assisted women carrying heavy loads. I don’t think it has disappeared absolutely. I think that remanence of gentlemanliness still exists though it’s seem so far and few between that I often think the way of gallantry is gone, a thing of the past, a figment of my imagination. I have found that more often than not I am a witness to men’s refusal to vacate or even offer to vacate their seats to old ladies, pregnant women with their stomachs so huge they look as though they are carrying baby elephants or women with little children who are forced to hold on and try as best as they could to stay upright.
It would seem that women have picked up this dying mannerism that most men have laid down as women are more likely to offer or vacate their seats to other pregnant women, perhaps from understanding the pressure on the feet and back from carrying a child especially in the late stages of pregnancy, to old ladies and men too stooped by old age and shaking bodies to hold their selves steady and to children whose little arms and feet are not yet strong enough to hold them up through the journey. While one expects change, evolution and all that good stuff that comes with the sign of the times there are just some things that transcends all that time, space, evolution gobidee-goop. I feel that male gallantry eclipses the passage of time because it never gets old, it never gets played out and no one in their right mind would tire of being the recipient of someone’s kind consideration. People love being treated well and considered I know I do and it is in this vein that I would often offer my seat to anyone in need including men. I love it when I am pleasantly surprised to witness or be the recipient of men’s gallantry; it manages to renew my faith and understanding that chivalry is not dead it just on life support and its exposed remanence is enough to renew my hope just before it manages to dissipate into jaded pessimism. MINDFULNESS THOUGHT Thank You are two of the most powerful words, it says I appreciate you, I have noticed your effort, I do not take you for granted, I see you. Thank you......Make it pandemic and pass it on.
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