The Love Journey of Lakshmi
I have kissed him already many times.
But this kiss, was a first.
Perhaps even a different feeling.
Sometimes he kisses me like he really wants to have me.
I have had one time that he kissed me and I could taste that his mind was somewhere where, he shouldn’t be.
Love is such a broad concept and is something that keeps us wondering.
Perhaps it even keeps us alive.
Is it the thought of finding this incredible feeling.
This is at least how I grasp it, when I think of it.
Every day I write, about my life, things I experience when it comes to love and that needs to be processed or said.
At least for myself.
I was wondering.
Something I caught myself, not been doing so much lately.
Wondering.
It is not that I want to speak about some content that I have been seeing.
Rather that I want to clarify some things about the female being.
Perhaps I am becoming a feminist, or something I already was.
Now it is just ready to be blooming.
The irony is of course that it comes from some content that I have been watching, that brought it to my surface. The things I want to be speaking about.
It is perhaps the month or the astrology of what is behind it.
But I want to talk about something that is called the feminine rage.
With a simple google search, the following is what is coming to the surface.
‘Feminine rage is the physiological, ancestral, naked and embodied response to things gone wrong in the world. This tradition, like every other, is patriarchal. It was articulated, written, and transmitted for the benefit of men. That often leaves women in the dust’.
When it comes to men, I think the guys that fall for me are quite simple.
And the question is of course, is there any attraction the other way around.
Not to put any blame, just not discarding here my own responsibility.
Opposites attract perhaps?
What else could it really be?
Many times I am watching videos on different platforms on social media.
If you are reading my stories, I think you would know by now.
Not to make you feel bad, just that it is something you could be knowing from my stories.
It is also not about the videos, nor me writing and putting my opinion and expression over it.
I think this year is my 10th anniversary of practicing yoga.
It is not something that is coming of age, or perhaps it is exactly just that.
When it comes to love.
Age is really a thing.
Struck by a virus, that has led me to stay in bed.
If I count back, it must already be a month.
The virus.
The bounding to my bed, just a few days.
All for purpose, is what I know.
Not the purpose itself. The virus.
It was a short reel I watched on Facebook.
However I wanted to share the content on Instagram on my feed.
So I looked up the same person on this other social platform.
There I found even more content that just made me laugh.
I was sick all day already and mainly had been sleeping.