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Letter 17 – Lusty Needs, Deep Desires, Puking in Portland, and the Henry Miller Book Made of Gold at Powell’s Bookstore
“When you are convinced all the exits are blocked, either you take to believing in miracles or you stand still like the hummingbird. The miracle is that the honey is always there, right under your nose, only you were too busy searching elsewhere to realize it. The worst is not death but being blind, blind to the fact that everything about life is in the nature of the miraculous.” –Henry Miller, Stand Still Like the Hummingbird
12/19/2011- 6:36 p.m.
Dear Henry Miller,
This past September, I travelled on Delta with Mr. B to Portland. Our schedules had previously been jammed with many other obligations, my art and his book deadlines – hardly having the opportunity to see each other over the past few weeks, prior to us leaving. I was anxious and excited to spend some quality time him, profoundly in need of good, dominant – submissive sex! We had planned this trip for months – to see Portland and indulge in a road trip when we arrived, by travelling by rental car on the beautiful pacific coast to Manzanita. We even thought about indulging our kinky side by booking an appointment with a sexy, beautiful Dominatrix, when we returned from the coast and were in the city. It was something we’d looked forward to for many weeks. We had travelled to Portland, before, a couple years prior, and really enjoyed it. We had a very erotic time which I will soon write about.
For days, I erotically dreamed of succumbing to extreme submission to Mr. B – I wanted to be bound to our quaint, simple hotel bed, in our cozy room near the ocean – My naked body vulnerable, defenseless, teased, tormented, and satiated for the entirety of our days in Oregon. I felt a deep desire to escape from my recent weeks of stress. I sought great pleasure fantasizing about being entirely submissive – to completely let go, every night, prior to drifting off to sleep, days before we departed Minneapolis. I needed it like a potent drug flowing through my veins. I had been working so hard with my painting and my burlesque shows – I wanted to feel the sublime sensation of bittersweet acquiescence. Continue reading