Impure thoughts

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I so want to take my clothes off.

It is blistering out there today, even under an overcast sky, and I’m desperate to get my kit off, but I can’t. I’ve got men working in the garden today, fixing what they got wrong while I was away. I can’t very well go out and offer them glasses of water in the buff, can I? Instead, I’m sitting in front of my computer under the ceiling fan hoping that it will cool the sweat off my back. It’s not working very well. The A/C is better downstairs, but the attic is about 150° and that heats up the floor below it, which is where I am.

I’ve been thinking a lot about the S-word since I returned. A. LOT. You may wonder why I’m not posting semi-dressed man-god photos on my posts. Firstly, I’m not really into man-gods. Gods (and Goddesses) maybe, but not man-gods, and I would rather not tip my hand as to who I’m into. Yes, I have named a few in the past (George Clooney, Rupert Everett), but I guess I would rather see them – in person – than ogle a picture of them. Photos of men just don’t turn me on. I want flesh, real, touchable, sweaty flesh, preferably pressed against mine. Secondly, the women that I post embody an internal mental image of (sometimes the deep, dark recesses of) my soul. Some may have a passing similarity (tall skinny redhead), but others just represent how I’m feeling at the moment.

I should be on a beach somewhere.

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Turning redder and redder, achieving freckular status.

So where was I?

I talk to myself sometimes, well, always, but not aloud. OK, occasionally aloud, probably swearing at myself for fracking (not freckling) a note on my horn. Currently, I am obsessing about a mental image of myself unclothed, maybe disrobing, at least cooling off in a way that my present circumstances don’t allow. Unfortunately, the men outside don’t inspire any particular fantasies, so I guess I’ll have to supply that on my own.

I’ve drawn a card for help.

Aha! The Priestess. Magic, power, creativity, ritual (which I would prefer to do nude). There is a waxing crescent today, and that is described as:

It is a symbol of the spiritual aspects of femininity, such as intuition, psychic abilities, creativity and wisdom. The Maiden, symbolized by the waxing moon, represents purity, youthfulness and enchantment.

A naked maiden cools under the seven moons in the never-ending summer on the beaches of Drn, conjuring an orb of delight, to attract her destiny. She touches the orb and floats up into the sky. He will find her in the night …

We’ll overlook purity for the moment.

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