If You Care To Find Me, Look To The Western Sky...

 Repose to slumber, to hibernate, nap, doze, snooze, sleep, recharge. 

That is what my weekend was made of. I showered then crawled into bed, with no alarms set,phone on emergency contact notifications only,  I was going to allow myself to wake naturally. If I was to wake at noon, so be it I would rise and start my day. I slept and I slept well. Waking at 2:30pm. 

I stretched and yawned and felt so good, my body was healing, rejuvenating. I curled myself into my sheet, cocooning myself and snuggled into the pillows I had structured into my nest. I turned on my audio-book and allowed myself to just rest. There was no cleaning, no deadlines to meet, just me and sleep. 

I padded through my little house, seeing how I kept it clean, knowing there would be no rushing to catch up on my days off. I patted the dog's head, oh what a good girl she is, as she is a big napper as I am. Constructing a snack for her and I, we  retreated to the sofa with 3 blankets nesting in for a while, we watched a little TV, I with a glass of wine, and she with a cup of whipped cream. 

We ventured outside, sitting at the patio under my apricot tree, with sunlight drifting through the leaves. We softly and silently returned indoors. The house filled with the scents of fresh flowers, and my lingering body wash.I yawned and stretched, slipped into another shower.

The water is the only sound to be heard, rushing over my body, I bend and stretch and twist, my body relaxing. I sat at the computer and did a little writing, putting notes of story-lines together. Music now fills the house with the visual of a virtual crackling fireplace on the screens. Once again I yawn and stretch, retreating to my bed. The air is cool and the room is dark as I pull the covers up and drift to sleep again. No alarms set, just me and sleep.

I wake and shower once more, I make a light dinner, feed my girl and we travel outside for a small quiet walk in the dusk. She frolics in the tall grasses of wild sunflowers and I stand at the edge in silence, feeling the last rays of sunlight on my skin.

I putter around the house, wiping the kitchen clean and starting laundry- the aroma of fresh coffee and clean linens fill my kitchen. I light the candles through the house. Their soft flicker is the light of the evening. I curl to the couch with the remote in hand. Aliens V Predator begins to play on mute, I sit and be still. The movie plays as I read. My mind is relaxed, I am calm as the screen flashes with gunfire and aliens dripping acid from their mouths. 

The movie ends, the candles are snuffed and once again I return to the slumber of my bed. The bedding wraps around me, pulling me to sleep, my mind plays out scenes from my next book, as I drift. 

My days were of rest and rest alone. I gave myself the peace and grace to just be, and sleep. To sleep the day away. My body yearned and ached for the deep slumber. Craving the sheets to drape across my skin. There was no looking at the clock, no timelines to have, only daylight and darkness were my markers. I showered, ate and slept. My body needed me to release itself to slumber, and that is what I did.  

He lingers on my skin, the softness he shows. I feel his voice next to my ear, whispers for me and me alone. the warmth as he presses to me in a drunken slumber. his chest to my back and I feel each beat of his heart.

Whom do you gravitate towards, what do you look for?? What do you see in the other person? If you are a submissive what do you look for in a Dominant?  If you are a Dominant what do you look for in a Submissive?

     I’ve watched Gabor Mate clips on and off the past couple years. At first I thought he was a holistic guru-not sure why I had that thought? Perhaps it was how softly he spoke the gentleness in his mannerisms.  So I wasn’t sure what he was all about. Until I saw him on a Mel Robert’s podcast ( I shared this video in a previous blog titled I am Broken and I am Beautiful , highly recommended the video).

   In this interview he's talking about what we are attracted to, wow!  I never would have seen it that way, but it is so true. Almost like the opposite attracts. 

 At the bottom of the video in the description it's broken down into sections, making listening to parts over again

Yay us, right ladies?!  I thought I finally hit the full blown menopause as I had not had a period in 212 days!! I thought yes!! I had suffered from the hot flashes and mood swings from hell. I felt a twinge in my abdomen and thought thats a feeling I had not felt in so many months. Well hello blood. 212 days back to zero. 

I also learned of some very weird side effects of menopause. Did you know that it is not uncommon for many women to lose parts of their anatomy? Yes the outer Labia can just disappear, that's right- gone. Also the clit can shrink and become less sensitive. Cold shoulder, smelling odd scents, the flushing of the body not sure if I will be cold or super hot, the odd tingling sensations

Crazy how our body works, I feel as if I am in some type of sexual awakening during perimenopause and menopause. I am easily aroused and very excited. I am comfortable in my body and feel more sexy now at the age of 50 than I was in my 20’s.

This is just one more step in my life. I was never taught anything about “the Change” . My paternal grandmother had a hysterectomy as did my mother and my only female cousin. I had no one to ask, and this is just something that is not talked about, as it should be, its 2025 for goodness sake. We are so far behind in women's health, for fucks sake they just recently started testing pads and tampons with blood instead of water. 

Just because I am 50 and going through these changes, I am not alone and I am not the first nor that last who will do so. It's just another step in my wonderful life. I love being free to express myself, and I don't have to compare myself to the younger ladies, they have their own shit to go through.

So to the ladies over 50 we are stunning and amazing and can make huge changes in our lives. We can go back to college, we can become authors, we can be the crazy cat lady, or become the lady who plants too many zucchini plants and people run from us so they don't have to take a bag of them. 

As I have been on a life changing journey, learning who I am, I had to look at what formed me the way that I am. I though that I had the perfect childhood, I thought the silent abuse I went through was normal. I thought it was normal for us to check the pilot light on the stove 10 times before leaving the house, I thought it was normal to be nice to everyone, and give to everyone. I thought it was normal for my mother to check how clean I was between my legs. I thought my life was normal.  I thought I had no voice, even though I felt a bubble in my throat wanting to erupt from my mouth and tell everything I felt. 

I thought I was normal I thought everyone lived this way. I never thought I was really abused,  I thought I was OK, but I wasn't. I was on a downward spiral, I was seeking attention in all the wrong ways, I bit the hand that I loved so much so many times, I pounded on his chest so many times. I wanted to die many times, so many times.  But he saw me and he pushed me and he pushed me hard and still pushes me, I carry on that power

I had to see myself before I could see the world. And let me tell you that was Hell, I didn't want to be broken, I wanted to be the healer, the one who could fix things. But I had to repair myself. I had to see my horror, my bad, my evil. But I also saw my beauty, and my heart and I found my voice. I was told that I must go to therapy, I was like I don't need therapy- I was wrong.  I held back at first, but then It all started to come out and I spilled all the beans. I shared everything about myself and I learned.

I was shown books to read, and I gave major push back on reading them and I was not wanting to see I was "bad" that I was damaged, that i was doing evil things, that I was hurting others, that I was letting others hurt me, and use me.  I was those things, I didn't want to be those things. I fought hard, I pounded on his armor over and over. I pushed myself and read the books that were given to me, I read other book on those topics, I used YouTube beyond music, watching videos of psychology, behaviors. I stopped blaming others, and and took hold that I was wrong that I acted poorly and that I hurt someone so dear to me. 

I also forgave they ones who used me and abused me, those who were to protect me. They did not know better as they were not taught differently 

I had to find myself, I'm not done, its never ending. But I no longer please people, I set boundaries, I have have a voice, and I use it. I don't engage in useless gossip at work, no longer thinking that I need to be apart of the little groups of the town. 

I will never stop learning and being open and transparent with myself and with others that I allow in. I will fight for me, and I will fight and defend those I hold close. I will carry a shovel and not ask any questions if and when I am called.  

I am happy caring for myself, caring for those I that I choose to care for. I do not care for everyone, I do not need a gaggle of friends. I love my silence, I love ME. 

I am beyond thrilled that I am broken and that I am beautiful, that I have gathered my broken pieces and repaired myself. I love every flaw and crack, and the little open spaces that couldn't be filled. 

Below are some songs I feel inside of me, and a long podcast from Dr. Gabor Mate, listening to him has opened my eyes even more.

Just a simple night off, sitting with a bowl of spaghetti Os, coffee, and watching Alien vs Predator. A perfect cool foggy night, curled up on the couch, candles lit, and a clean house  

I thought that I was to be his lighthouse in his raging storms. To take the hits of massive unrelenting waves, to never waiver or weather, but I know now that he was the lighthouse in my storm, he kept me afloat with the distant light he showed me, the beacon steady and strong, guiding me home to safety, taking hit after hit. He brought me home. 

I have a tub of toys that were bought, but hardly touched, some were still in the package. I took a deep breath one day several months ago, got down on my knees and retrieved the tub from under the bed- because isn't that where we all store these toys? 

I sat on the bed and opened the lid. It is not a huge collection, it was to have grown but was never watered. I love toys, well I love seeing them in ads, I love talking about them and talking about implementing them into the dynamic. But I will admit I got scared, I worried what if I didn't like it after talking about how I wanted to get one. I would talk about floggers and wax, anal toys and clamps, plugs, strap-on, and Monster creature cocks - oh my! and, remotes and ropes. Oh how I would get so excited talking about them and wanting them. So some were bought, and they were forgotten. 

I had been encouraged many times to get them out and play with them, see what I liked. I felt alone, when I would touch the squishy cock, and cold steel Ben Wa balls. I felt empty sitting in bed all alone, trying to “play” with myself to get some type of arousal. It was so exciting to talk about them and share the ideas to use them, but when placed in front of me they became real, and I lost that feeling of excitement, I thought they were to have been a shared activity, but that falls on me for not speaking that.  

So here I sat, I ripped open the packages, lined them all up, found parts that were missing, charge ports and cords and if they could not be found or work with another charger, it was tossed. I washed the new cocks, I washed it all. Everything placed with its parts, batteries found and all were charged. 

I played, and I played hard. I tried out each and every toy, I would walk around the house with a plug in, going about my day, feeling it, and letting myself decide if it was something I wanted and liked. I wore a strap on. I “jerked” off to porn, I wore that cock under dresses feeling the most beautiful and feminine I’ve ever felt. . I took a  large squishy pale white cock and tried to deep throat it, GAG! And not because of the size, but of the taste, and how  it made my mouth feel funny and it tasted horrid, a god awful aftertaste, that one was not going in my mouth again. 

I  fucked my ass and pussy, well not in that order. The cock rammed into my cunt, until I was dripping, then I pushed it into my ass, until I came!  I called myself names, I spewed a tapestry of woven words as I fucked myself over and over.  

I put clamps on my nipples and spanked my pussy with a paddle. I'd wear a tail in my ass and put a collar on and crawl around on all fours, and hump the coffee table.  I came over and over.  I would walk naked with cum running down my legs, wiping it with my finger and punching into my ass, then lick my fingers clean as I enjoyed a cup of coffee.

A cock was taken into the shower and i fucked under the stream of HOT water, barely able to keep my balance, thinking if I die in the tub with a dildo in my ass, I would die a second death of embarrassment. 

So now toys and playing are a part of my life, cleaning house with a strap on. A cock in my ass and pussy, and cumming hard, whenever I wanted. Laying in bed with a clit sucker, forcing myself to “take it” and not let up as my clit was over stimulated, forcing an orgasm. 

I swear I put myself into some type of heat, a feral wild animal, pussy swollen and dripping, ass puckering and wanting to be filled. My pussy quivering all the time, squeezing my thighs together to heighten the ache, wanting all my hole filled at the same time and fucked into some drunken stupor. I cum and I smell sex all over the house, the lingering scent of my pussy. It is so intoxicating, so sensual, so powerful. 

Even as I write this I feel the ache and swell, the wanting to be held down and fucked harder and harder. To plow my pussy over and over, wanting to taste myself, licking myself clean and walking with that scent all over my skin.

Where do you want to travel to? 
I have so many places on my list, 

Canada-all over, Scotland, Ireland, Germany, New Zealand, Australia- all over, England, Greece, Poland, Japan, Hong Kong china, 

as for the states Alaska, more of Washington state, Oregon, Montana, Wyoming, New Mexico, the Dakotas. Wisconsin, 

Would love to do Hawaii, but only with a local guide no big businesses, no chains, 

not sure about the east coast. 

will I see all these places? Most likely not. But perhaps the state ones, Canada and maybe one overseas trip. 

I’ve lived in a one horse dirt town all my life, I want to see what’s out there. 

I WILL CONSUME YOU…

I will consume you…

Watching the dark empty void 

I will consume you..

hold on until the darkness clears

I will consume you… 

times of changes spring and fall

I will consume you… 

 full of color, to flushed to ashy white

I will consume you… 

 to understand better, 

I will consume you…

Listening to remember …understand,

I will consume you..

 only learned not to know

I will consume you..

Not back fast enough, not clear enough. 

I will consume you..

would rather be slapped than be left deaf 

I will consume you…

becoming too much, but to hold strong , not give up 

I will consume you…

good  to  nothing 

I will consume you…

How hard is it to 

I will consume you…

didn’t happen how  I thought it would 

I will consume you…

The silence

I will consume you…

And it did

From flared nostrils erupted my burnt ashes.