Author: Mies

Fashion dictates all over body issues….how we look, what we wear, what is accepted and acceptable; and yes, even what is underneath all that… !!!

Great changes have taken place since I went into puberty…from wild natural bushes, to elegantly trimmed acres and smooth silky pastures. Weird how something so primal can go through such an evolution. How does it happen and why ?! Do we feel that nothing needs covering up anymore ?! Or is it a desire to rid ourselves of our primaeval heritage ?! And if so, why ….?!

Do we find the need to expose that which is hidden because life is complicated enough and it seems our only and most natural way to show our true colours, and purity…. Or is it only a desire to look and feel good. Do these trends occur maninly early on in new relationships, and do they last ?! Asking around, I have noticed that not everybody is up to date with the latest fashion ‘between the sheets’. Some couldn’t be bothered and feel that after years of marriage, there is no need for refreshing cuts 😉 afterall, there ‘should’ be no comparison right ?!

No…not ‘right’, as nowadays anything and everything can be ‘googled’ !!! So the latest fashion in hair ‘down under’ is available to all those keen enough to type a search for it. Images included !!

Why we sometimes go through the trimming ‘torture’ remains puzzling, as it is not comfortable to wax, smelly and nearly lethal to ‘Veet’, and very sensitive to shave daily not to mention extremely itchy the day after ;-). And I haven’t even begun to talk about ingrown hair follicles, rashes or all the various shapes and sizes in womens- in-between-the-legs -‘creations’.

We take things far as human beings, men have started shaving all over too, areas, that to me seem unmanly when hairless, but the trend is set and people follow. There are individuals who feel that after the succes of snow white teeth, anus bleaching is the way to go, no offence but who cares how perky and ‘blond’ buttholes look ?! Some even go to the extremities of vagina regenarations, whereby everything is ‘tightend’ back into teen proportions …..somehow this sounds very pedophile to me.

All for what ?! A better sex life ….I wonder, because  a great sex life  involves passion, desire and if you’re lucky, plenty of love. Things that don’t seem fazed by the exterior looks or fashion statements of your new found lover.

However, does what ‘goes’ have to be followed or do we do what we feel is best, and most convenient ? Should that be convenient to us or to the other person ?! Of course ‘flossing’ should be done with proper dental floss, but other than that, I see no other real problem with which style we choose to go for. How far do we go to ‘please’….and how much of a sacrifice and effort do we make ?!
Does it influence the magic between two people or is it just a seductive method, to attract the other sex and confrim our own idleness. New partners take time to get used to, to adjust to each other’s likes and dislikes, to learn the tricks of the trade. A voyage of great exploration, fun and pleasure. We embark on this mission in the hope that our fashion statement will get us what we want, yet somewhere along the journey, we realize that what we want may not be stated in that fashion !!!

It has been a marvelously funny and enlightening quest, I would like to extend special thanks to those who shared plenty of ‘views’ and details !! 😉 May you peak in great style !!!

After spending years of constant struggle between ratio and emotion, endless discussions held in my head, debates and doubts…I have now reached the point of ‘go with my own flow’ !!!

It is exhausting to think everything over and wonder whether you are making the right decision at each and every point in life. Sometimes even with the best precautions we still go wrong, and other times we find ourselves in the right lane, just by accident !

Everybody’s input in your struggle is important, but, it is you yourself who needs to live the path, and sow the seeds needed to evolve and blossom !
We try to protect ourselves from all harm and hurt, yet, at times it is exactly that, that helps us grow. Nothing is set in stone, and just because today might not be a day of great decision making, does not mean that tomorrow will be the same again…today’s mistakes are tomorrow’s learnt lessons.

At times it’s best to live by the day, by the hour, or by the minute even….enjoying it all to te fullest. Confident that it will all turn out exactly how it’s supposed to.

After hearing about yet another tragic death, and knowing that that person saw no other way to end the misery, you realize that life is a struggle for everyone, but it’s how you deal with that struggle that’s important.
And it’s what you do with it that makes you who you are, take it or leave it.

All too often, we feel the need to explain our actions, and our words. The world may feel that you have to act a certain way, accept certain things, but it’s just not always possible, it’s in exactly this way that we discover our borders, our own rational and emotional margins. At times, these may change or evolve, depending on the way we feel and how we are approached, but having those borders is human. Living with them is what makes it bearable and safe.

Asking a person to ignore them or be untrue to them is asking someone to deny their very being. A request that should never be approved or accepted.

So when in doubt or serious debate, trust your inner self, your GUT…the drive within you and go with that flow. That way no one else is ever to blame, but yourself, and when you find the chosen to be exactly what you wanted, you will feel the GLORY of it ! And remember always…..’no guts, no glory….’ !!

One fine day out of nowhere and without a single warning….you meet a lovely and decent guy. As in fairytales, out of the blue, unexpected and so exciting !! A first encounter is soon planned, no time to change your mind, this time a restaurant setting in the middle of the countryside, for lunch on a sunny day. Nerves travel up and down your body, heart seems to skip some essential beats, leaving you breathless at times. Face flushed with a sweet pink blush, like the ones little kids get after an exciting ride at the fair. And off you go, to meet…

You take a look, recognise your date and feel a sigh of relief, that this time, it is truly the guy in the picture. A kiss on the cheek to greet each other and then you place yourself opposite to him at the table, feeling so excited and relieved that that first moment has just passed. Within minutes wine is ordered and gulped down, to relieve the tension and the everlasting nerves…. it thankfully helps.

For once the conversation is smooth and oh so alike, recognizable experiences and lifes’ stories….you both have children, both have ex ‘s, both have so much to offer, yet with such caution. You hardly manage to nibble on the delicious food that is served with great care and a wink from the waiter as he sees you’re on what seems to be an actual date !

Conversation is great, time flies, and then you realise you had so much fun, with a person who is practically a perfect stranger to you. After a goodbye peck on the cheek, you each return to your own lives, and ponder all that was said and told. Finding that the other person keeps entering your mind at intervals, and you wonder how it could all have such a great effect on you, that sudden meeting with a perfect stranger…

Opportunity presents itself and date two is made, a movie….now this is a challenge for there is no room for talk, just silent sitting and staring, with an occasional laugh or tear….again it feels comfortable and familiar. Way past midnight you once again receive a kiss on the cheek with the promise of keeping in touch. (Now where have we heard that before…) You leave and wonder whether this time this guy will follow through, whether it is possible to trust again, believe again. As human as we are, we do, we not only believe but we have hope and cherish the promise made.

Happy amazement when a day and a half later a picture arrives in your email inbox. He is out there having fun, yet thought of you…and wanted you to be a part of it..sharing it and caring enough to know you’ll appreciate it..!!
After building up the excitement for a few days, another date is planned, carefully, and in secret. The genteman that he is he arrives exactly on time, smelling fresh and clean, and looking oh so good. Nerves seem to melt as soon as he walks in the door, champagne bubbles and strawberries form the decor to a lovely evening sharing lifes’ tales and sorrows. A bond seems to be forming magically, a sense of wonder fills your soul and curiosity makes you want to know more and more about this man. Time flies, stories told, experiences shared…..

Then at midnight the fairytale slowly comes to an end as you realise that you both have to get up early the next day, so after some lingering…..it’s time to say your goodbye’s… so sweet and so innocent, a perfect gentleman still, and you find yourself longing for that first kiss, that tingle and suspense….
And there… like in the movies, just before he leaves, he kisses you, leaving you breathless and flushed and longing for more….

The very next evening is date number four….is it possible to have found that first Knight ?!! 🙂
(Or is this once again a set up for one of lifes’ great lessons ?!)