Recently I found myself in a checkout line behind a man wearing orange bicycle shorts that accentuated his rather exquisite ass. The whole experience caught me off guard; I’ve not felt desire in months.
I told my counselor about it and she suggested I watch “The Principles of Pleasure,” a three-part documentary series on Netflix. I did, and I highly recommend it
From the series I gleaned I don’t have to meet unrealistic societal standards to deserve pleasure. I don’t have to earn the privilege or wait for another to bestow it upon me. We all deserve pleasure regardless of our circumstances and it’s perfectly fine to give it to ourselves.
Don’t tell me what you’ll do to me.
Don’t say how good it’s gonna be.
Don’t think you’ve got just what I need.
Ask what sets me me all afire
and fills my body with desire.
Do not assume, instead inquire.
Ask where and when and how to touch,
what’s too little, what’s too much.
Let’s strive for bliss instead of clutch.
And lest you think me but a shrew,
prepare to tell me your likes too
because I will be asking you.
We both are wanting for some leisure.
Gave our all, in full measure.
Let’s now experience the pleasure.
11 thoughts on “Pleasure”
You describe real intimacy. We so often settle for less.
And it’s nothing like the co-dependent behaviors we were sold as intimacy, like staring deeply in each other’s eyes, always being together and always touching.
Those are fantasies of the mind.
That you noticed a man’s butt that was encased in tight bicycle shorts means only one thing, Jen: you’re turning into a dirty old broad. LOL!
Well at least I’m not ashamed to admit it, unlike all you “pious” men who fuck and around and pretend you don’t.
Whoa, Jen! Calm down. I – for one – never pretended to be pious. After all, I’m a recovering Catholic altar boy. Now I’m slowly turning into a dirty old man. I’ll officially be one after I turn 60 a year from this Saturday. LOL!
Then may you live long enough to see your dream come true.
I honestly think there is too much expectation that we all deserve pleasure these days, but the poem (which I love) speaks of communal strength, and that gets my vote.
Thank you. Now kindly define “accidental masturbator.”