So, like I said. When the news about the unprecedented heat and drought out west comes too close, and it hurts my heart, I come to NN to look for the Goddess. In all her manifestations and intensities of desire that we all bring here.
New watering restrictions on the Sunshine Coast area of B.C. There are dear ones in that area, going back to early 70s.
People can no longer water their gardens with tap water. Grey water only for gardening. Thunderstruck! All it would take is some careless toss of a hot cigarette butt, or a hot muffler in tall grass, whatever cause, and suddenly big fire.
No more home gardening unless you take 3 or 4 baths a day.
So I come to NN to look for the Goddess. Renewal of the feminine and renewal of the earth, its healing are closely together, somehow.
The deliberate creation of exhibitionist art to affirm the primacy of female arousal as a healing, uplifting energy that comes through, riding on these electrons, as we turn each other on.
When I worked in massage market here in Montreal I met a couple women who worked in the handjob market. I would say that they embody the Goddess very well. Big Time healing of depression, sadness, emotional burn-out, etc. They do therapeutic work that the corporate psychiatric world has no comprehension of.
The current of arousal in NN with women who discover righteous masturbation and their sense of erotic surrender when they post it for us to see. Hell, man! Doctors should be prescribing these pictures and videos to their depressive patients.
I think this celebration of feminine arousal is like a spring, or a fountain. I come here to get drunk with the Goddess. And yes, get drunk with the funky monk, too.
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