In many ways, I find snuggling to be the most fulfilling aspect of intimacy. This article is great, it shows that there are people out there that enjoy and appreciate a good snuggle, and that it doesn’t have to be the pre-cursor (or post-cursor) to sexual activity. I know when I was single and lonely, the thought of having someone to snuggle at night was forefront in my mind, much stronger than the desire for sex. Apparently I was not alone in this desire.

Cheri Speak

I found my Prinze Charming! Well maybe not mine since we’ve never met and I’m probably his Mother’s age, but he did inadvertently make me remember something with his article No Strings Attached Snuggling. Being a single woman, I think snuggling is the thing I miss the most about being in a relationship.

snugglingWhen I was married I insisted on (and got) what I called the “60-second snuggle”. This was the most important part of every single day because it is the very thing that started every day. It may not have kept our divorce at bay, but it did teach us both that stopping to snuggle up for that single minute each morning — before anything else, had the power to change the course of our entire day. Sure we were laying there thinking about how bad we had to pee, but we also allowed our hearts to slow from the…

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Which sense would you chose to lose during lovemaking? A response.

I stumbled upon (not related to StumbleUpon) Prinze Charming’s blog today, and found an interesting article there, The Ultimate Sacrifice for Love; Makes Sense to Deny Participation, wherein the prinze asks, “Which of your five senses would you give up each time you make love to your lover?”

At first I thought that it would be an all-encompassing loss of the sense. If you chose sight, you would never be able to see again, ever. My answer to his question at this point in my understanding was to become a monk, live in a monastery and play video games for the rest of my life.

As I continued to read the article, I believe his intention is that you would only lose the sense while being intimate with your lover.  The thought of a loss of a sense only while being intimate is actually quite exciting… If I had my choice, I would want it to be a random chance of loss of sensation. The only one that I’d see as “too bad” would be the loss of the sense of touch. You’re not too likely to “get anywhere” if you can’t feel things, if you know what I mean.

For many people, the excitement of making love to the same person fades after a while. The excitement of discovering the curves of their body, the places that make them giggle, and the ones that make their hairs stand on end comes to an end after you have found them all, and can draw upon them as you wish. It’s one of the reasons that people cheat, the excitement of discovery is what drives people to do new things, or to do new things to new people.

With the random loss of a sense each time you became intimate with someone, your experience with them would change each time. Perhaps you lost your sight. Each kiss would be a surprise, a touch could come from anywhere and you would never know. The unpredictability of the experience could make things interesting and new each time. As long as it was not a permanent loss that effected my day-to-day life, I’d go for the roulette wheel of sense loss during intimacy.

If that’s “breaking the rules”, and I’m forced to pick one sense to lose every time I make love, I would go with taste. I feel like it’s probably the least important sense during intimacy, but I’m not really the type to involve food during “playtime”. Loss of sight would be a huge impairment, as I am an extremely visual person. Loss of hearing would be almost equally debilitating, sound is the primary method of performance feedback, and is extremely sexy. Touch would probably  be the worst though, without the feedback from your own body, how would you know if you were having a good time? Sure, you’d have the closeness, but you wouldn’t be able to feel it. No breath upon your neck, no wet kisses on your stomach, no pleasurable sensations from love making. Arguably, the loss of touch would impair, for men, your ability to even make love at all; for women, the emotional connection would still be there, but there wouldn’t be the feeling of closeness. I find it very difficult to believe that many people could have meaningful intimacy without the sense of touch. More research should be done on this subject. The sense of smell would not be a huge loss, but it would be noticed. The smell of your lover’s body, perfume or cologne is extremely powerful. Psychologists say that the sense of smell is very closely linked to memory, and that a scent can trigger powerful emotional recall. If you couldn’t smell your lover to help create these memories, there would be a definite loss.

To sum up: I’d either be a  Video game playing, kung fu fighting monk, a sensational(loss) gambler, or a tasteless lover.

How do you know when it’s worth writing a blog post?

I’m sitting here, feeling somewhat creative (also bored) and feel like I should be updating this thing. I’m not attempting to mirror my favorite news blogs, otherwise I could post the kajillion cool things I’ve read about today. I’m also not trying to post for the sake of posting, but many writers/bloggers feel the need to post to keep, and grow, their audience.

How do you know when it’s worth writing?

The likely answer is that it’s subjective. Do you have something you want to say? Then say it. Maybe you just feel like ranting, and want to see who agrees or disagrees. Write a post. Maybe, like me, you’re spinning your wheels with what you’re supposed to be doing, so you want to get something done, but don’t really have much to say. Typically, I’d say to just keep it to yourself, but I’m clearly not doing that.

Why am I writing this then? Self-doubt. I’m not doubting my feelings towards those that don’t have anything real to say or how I feel that they should, or more accurately: should not, write unnecessary things just because they can. More so, because I tend to doubt that the things I have to say are relevant or interesting to others. I try to encourage my friends to write about what they know, even if it doesn’t feel exciting to them. If you do a good job, others will appreciate the effort, leave you constructive feedback and everyone is happy all around. I’m trying to practice what I preach in this area, and write anyway.

It feels like rambling at this point, so I’m gonna close it up, but I feel good for having written something, even if it’s only a small grain of wisdom trapped in the sandbox.

Fall Semester coming to a close…

You *may have* noticed a distinct lack of updates. Well, I started this project at the beginning of the semester, right when I thought I’d have plenty of time to work, go to school, do homework, spend time with my son, wife and other family members.

I was wrong.

I can admit when I make a mistake, and this is one of those rare times. Maybe not so rare, stop picking on me. 😛 Either way, I’m almost done with school for the semester, and I hope to resume updating after finals. I’ll see what I can do about posting more during the semester, but school is the priority. If anything I wrote for class feels relevant enough to put up here, I might do that… but it’s unlikely.

Live long and stay  thirsty my friends.