The Forbidden Fruit

Wanting something that is outside of the realms of your ordinary life.   Deviance in social behavior exists for this very reason – to tease, touch  and taste that which seems out of our reach.

I was always a black sheep.  I loved to experiment in a bacchanalian manner, not just for the fun of it but because I wanted to understand if what it yielded was really that good or was it just because it was forbidden?

The answer to that question is not a clear cut one.

What matters to me is the connection.  The superficiality of sex is merely instant gratification.  The swingers parties and and BDSM events I have participated in were exciting in the moment and may have made for an interesting blog post but the staying power of the memory soon faded.   The irony is that books and movies have been written to stimulate and titillate the imagination and yet for me I found no nutrients.

My deepest desires do not emanate from a sexual desire but rather from ones of intimacy, generosity and caring.    I feel satisfied when I know you can feel me with you, when the bonds of our connection are tightly intertwined.

The forbidden fruit is not what is deviant.   What we long for is not a 50 Shades of Grey life or a Roman orgy, its something more simple and much harder to achieve – simple love and appreciation every day. We tell ourselves that what is good is fine; even a piece of overripe fruit still has the basic properties.

Music mood:  Rolling Stones – “wild horses”

Neurally yours,

Eve’s apple xo