Lots of very emotionally charged territory lately, it’s been messy at times 
but the great thing is that I am plowing through it and for the first time in a long while I am randomly finding myself here where it is just so delicious to exist in the world. The direct sensate experience is so satisfying, I am shocked every time that I can forget just how satisfying it is. It makes any other desire pale in comparison, this is pure satisfaction from simply being here, breathing the air, smelling the scents all around, being a body.
I can see what Richard writes that it makes it so that there is no need for an orgasm, because simply being a flesh and blood body is so delicious that there isn’t any kind of void that has to be filled by desire. Whereas ‘I’ am forever locked away in a bubble where all is bland, so ‘I’ need whatever object of desire to provide a temporary satisfaction.
I am having some second wind lately, of finishing what I started a long time ago and then kind of settled for second best, with the belief that I can’t do it, that it is not possible. Daring to peel away some things that have been bubbling away for too long.