Menstrual: make her feel held
Follicular: make her feel alive
Ovulation: make her feel desired
Luteal: make her feel safe
Forward accordingly 😉 or save it for yourself
i am going to regret saying this but i very much enjoy sex and consider it vital to a relationship, which is why i refuse to allow it to become something that i do for someone else.
i don't ever want to have the thought, "I'll just push through it" bc neurons that fire together wire together. I will not wire my brain to associate sex with sacrifice.
If I got laid off tomorrow & had to replace my salary asap, here’s exactly what I’d do:
1. Go to Instagram and start a fresh account. Use a spare email. No one has to know.
We were absolutely floored by the millions of you that watched us make silly water sillouettes on our driveway last summer. We are starting out the summer the only way we know how, and this time it’s all about movies! What else do you want to see? We have a whole summer ahead, a driveway and a hose. The possibilities are endless!!!
i took a 45-minute uber ride home from the airport last night after a brutal, three-day business trip.
i was completely emotionally and physically drained, and my social battery was at absolute zero.
when i got into the car, the driver.. an older guy named kabir.. didn't say the usual "how was your flight?" or turn on the radio.
instead, he just handed me a small, laminated piece of paper attached to the back of his headrest.
it was a literal "ride menu."
it said:
1. *the silent ride* (total quiet, no pressure to talk).
2. *the therapist ride* (if you need to vent about your day, i am listening).
3. *the tourist ride* (i will tell you cool facts about the city).
4. *the radio ride* (we just listen to old jazz and coast).
i smiled, pointed to number 1, and whispered, "silent ride, please. thank you."
he gave me a warm nod in the rearview mirror, adjusted the AC, and drove the entire 45 minutes in absolute, beautiful silence.
it was the most peaceful, therapeutic boundary i’ve experienced all year. i felt my entire nervous system finally reset.
when he dropped me off, i gave him a massive tip and told him, "that menu is a genius business idea. you must get amazing reviews."
He looked back at me and said, "i didn't make the menu to get better tips, dear.
my daughter has severe social anxiety, and she told me that the hardest part of her day is navigating small talk with strangers when her brain is tired.
she told me it feels like running a marathon.
i made the card so that anyone who gets into my car can feel completely safe dropping the mask for a little while."
i walked into my apartment and just sat on my suitcase.
we live in a world that is constantly screaming at us to perform, to network, to be "on," and to over-communicate.
but sometimes, the deepest form of love and respect you can show another human being is just creating a small, safe pocket of silence for them to rest in.
pay attention to the people who give you permission to be quiet. they are rare.
PLEASEEEE date a man who believes in romance and a provider mindset. Like holding doors open for you, buying you flowers, writing you love letters, courting you, treating you gently, planning surprises for you, and honouring your heart in every way he can... YOU DESERVE ALL THAT
Men will look at your breasts, butt, legs, past, scent, hair-style, grooming, voice, teeth, waist, height and even your skin colour
But BE CAREFUL: don't look at his wallet, otherwise you're a gold digger..
My therapist once told me to do something strange.
He said, "Write everything down as if you're dying in 30 minutes."
I laughed and said, "What? That's not true..."
But before I could finish, he shouted, "Are you out of your mind? I said you're dying. Write it down!"
His tone changed everything. I wanted to ask questions, but he yelled again, "Why are you wasting time on me? You have 29 minutes and 30 seconds left."
So I picked up my pen and started writing.
At first, I didn't know what to say. Then I wrote to my parents, my friend, my siblings. I wrote everything I never said out loud.
It was like all feelings came out at once.
When the 30 minutes were over my therapist told me to stop.
"Rest for fifteen minutes and then I'll tell you something."
I sat there breathing hard, eyes wet and totally uncontrollable heart beat. mind racing.
He gave me a glass of water and said, "Now read what you wrote."
I read it slowly. Every word was full of love, regret, and things left unsaid.
He then asked, "Why didn't you write to your boss? Or your exes? Or the people you complain about?"
I said, "Why would I write to them?"
He smiled and said, "Exactly. If they don't matter in your last moments, why do they matter so much now?"
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INSTEAD OF WATCHING AN HOUR OF NETFLIX TONIGHT.
This 1 hour Stanford lecture by Joel Peterson will teach you more about negotiation and getting what you want than most people learn in years.
Bookmark it and give it an hour, no matter what.