A blog post? In 2025?

 I dunno, it's mine.  It doesn't require me to make a fucking substack account.  Hell, maybe i'll have to end up doing that too, but for me the meantime, I'm gonna, "it's an old meme, but it checks out," the fuck out of writing a goddamn blog post.

I've hid myself.  And that's ok.  That's ok.
That's how I've been talking to myself lately, with gentleness as the different parts of me feel all of their different feelings. Like how angry I am that I didn't receive my relief until 15 minutes after my shift ended, even though I called an hour before I was supposed to get off.  Like how scared I am to post my first ad onto the internet advertising my latest professional offering.  Like how uncertain I am that the, "right," thing to do is to call back yet again for the 4th day in a row about renting an office space for the first time in my life.  Is that a sign from the uni- oh, no, it's just the universe giving my an opportunity to grow my discernment ability to a an even fluffier size.

I've missed writing, wondering where to put in a paragraph break in my writing, wondering how much to hide different parts of myself in caution of who might be reading.  What impact that might have on my life.

And I've been written about, and it was a weird feeling.  So, often I would withhold from writing about different people in my life, because I didn't want to cause them harm.  I still don't.  And I want to express myself, unabashedly, at 175 mph, with my foot still on the accelerator.  I want to feel what it's like to truly go full throttle.  

I ride a motorcycle now.  I've ridden one since I moved to Hawaii and didn't want to spend all of that money on a car.  And it's been fucking delightful!  Motorcycles are fun as shit!  And I finally bought a bigger one, and i love it!  

I also tried out cleaning and oiling my chain in the driveway.  I felt bad.  And good.  Good for finally getting my bike on the center stand in gravel, bad for the smell that lingered after spraying the chain cleaner, and knowing that the amount that I rinsed off with the water is now in the soil.  I think about how every time I eat some food, I throw plastic away.  I think about how much waste is produced at the airport by passengers and myself feeding ourselves.

I think about how dumb I've been feeling lately.  As I come home from work and turn on this show that I've been enjoying watching.  This cop show that I justify watching because it stars this sci-fi actor, but in reality, I just enjoy it.

Boy, at times, my brain sure does seem so scattered, huh, this moment is reminding me of the dream i had last night.  i just couldn't for the life of me successfully write my name.  the letters just kept on getting scrambled.  i was so frustrated and felt so impotent/incompetent.  oh, fucking language. fucking culture.  such sex shaming.  can't perform. valueless. goddammit i hate this culture i'm in. and yet, it's making some goddamn cool media, and cool art.

so, the old me wouldn't publish this.  vulnerability hangover.  putting myself out there too much, too exposed.  there's a part of me now that really wants to expose myself. not to children or anything, but just to show you all of me.  that parts that are messy, the parts that are consistent and steady, the parts that impatient, and the part that is oh so tired of putting off publishing an ad for caring companionship.

How Pussy Waffles Became the Mascot of a Liberal Sex-Positive Community

How Pussy Waffles Became the Mascot of a Liberal Sex-Positive Community:

A select few Bonobos are taking the reins.

By Kris Kale Hanson Oct 19 2023

Moans reverberate through the chambered halls of this month’s venue. The air is wet with the coconut oil covering bodies and waffle irons. William Winters the 3rd’s lighting skills continue to progress while a group of Bonobos in their most festive of outfits prepare themselves for an evening of lively low expectations and high possibilities.

Behind a dildo decorated table, a proud and majestic woman wearing a shirt that says Pussy Waffles Coffee and a twinkle in her eye is wrapping some pussy shaped waffles in a cozy blanket of napkins.

It’s play party season in the Oakland, a rather lively city in the east bay and these waffles are flying off the irons. The team controlling the irons are impressive in their matching attire. The team and their waffles are becoming so integral to the identity of the village, they’ve becoming it’s most recognizable icon, even surpassing the beloved stickers so readily identifiable as the symbol of the Bonobos. In their honor, vulvic symbols are rife. Even the decor blossoms with ornately decorated vulvas.

But how did the engorged vulva become the symbol, the mascot, for a hyper-sexual Oakland based sex positive community?

The waffles are known as “Pussy Waffles” (Vulvic Latticed Cakes) or somtimes Clit Cakes (literally Clitorus Delights), and they’re the object of a long standing pleasure ritual. Forget the boxes of anus shaped chocolates: Bonobo partygoers prefer to exchange waffles shaped like happy vulvas as a (moderately subtle) token of their interest. The waffles can also be bought or gifted to anyone as a sex-life good luck charm. In a way the waffles are an offering to our revered goddess, an edible prayer petitioning pleasure, orgasms, and consentual and ethical connections.

Exactly how the tradition originated is a well known fact. Misha Bonaventura herself is a Bonobo co-producer who is currently continuing to grow and develop the Bonobo Network. Welcomed into the Bonobos by founder William Winters the 3rd, Misha joined the group and is currently living her best life, sometimes with her housepal, Housepal. As such, there is volumes of lore about what makes her so drawn to want to spread pleasure and kindness.

It’s verified that the tradition stems from current Kristophor times. Pleasure practices have been a form of activism ever since Puritanical culture attempted to suppress rather than integrate them. Since pleasureful mouthfuls were frequently presented in Housepal’s art and performances, it’s easy to imagine the Pussy Waffles are a direct descendant of when Housepal came across a bounty of matching T-shirts are covered in print saying Pussy Waffles Coffee.

The Bonobo events are ever evolving. About once a month, a decadent mansion is inhabited with a slew of activities ranging between masturbation circles, to naked poolside dance parties. And then there are the picnics, where people enthusiastically share their spoils from the farmer’s markets. Pillows and baskets of condoms are intricately placed around the play areas, and opening and closing circles beckon the lusty Bonobos to the grounding moments needed for such a display of pleasure activism.

Even the waffles are evolving. There are those prepared by Misha whose table groans under the weight of the heavy and hot waffle iron, producing a plethora of pussies pulsing with pleasure. Then there are some other projects that pushing deeper into what’s possible. Some versions have cream inside, some ooze red jam, and some are even savory. Capitalizing on their prowess in the sex positive scene, many other event producers have attempted to hire the PWC for their events. We shall see if they’re successful in getting them onboard.

The Pussy Waffle project is, above all, relentless. It’s thought that during the Covid-19 pandemic which began in 2020, that group eating activities were deemed unwise and dangerous. They were quickly mandated to be only small gatherings. The members of Podisecure would not be so easily swayed. The PWC crew would go out for vaccinated and tested events, making breakfast that much more delicious for small of people. And with the presence of Omicron which seems to be signaling to some to be the end of the pandemic, the Pussy Waffles are ready to be served proudly again. The iron is hot, and the mix is stirred. Long live Pussy Waffle Coffee.

we are all axes.

Lately I've been being pretty blasted open.  By pain,

                                                                            by love, 

                                                                                by sorrow, 

                                                                                    by confusion.

I am treated so kindly by one person and then to watch that same person treat another person so horribly.

And that's when I concluded, we are all axes.  Yep, axes.

And like axes, we are useful, helpful, harmful, and dangerous, all in the exact same object.  We can be any of these at any time, sometimes accidentally.  And so we might craft a leather holster to go over our sharp parts to protect others or ourselves.  And then forget that we left the holster on when we go to cut up some cheese and end up making a mess.  This picture i'm painting is getting weird.  Hm.

How else might I expand this metaphor?  Different axes of course!  Like these fine axes!

Which brings me to my next observation.  The Ebony Battle Axe (Number 3) is a beautiful ax.  But if I needed to chop wood with that ax, I would A) be much more likely to cut off a toe. and B) probably fatigue much more quickly due to the weight of that monstrosity.  Does that make it a bad axe?  No.  In a wartime ceremonial environment, that axe would fucking shine.  But we don't always get to be where we shine as humans.  Sometimes we are wood axes in a war, and war axes in a pile of unsplit logs.

Which brings me to my next obvservation.  (i love breaking writing rules.) We are vessels for change.  An axe might be used to break down a door to either save a human from a burning building, or enter a room to hurt a human, or just plain hurt a human.  Or it might be used to chop down a tree to build a house for shelter or to make a fire to keep us warm.  The same ax is being used is all these cases.  We as humans destroy in order to continue.  Thankfully some of us destroy consciously and do it in ways that don't wipe out an entire forest, instead cutting down some and giving it time to grow back.  Even with food, even with the most conscious of eaters, we destroy plants to gain their energy or calories as we call it.

Now I'm not here to shame anyone or invoke feelings of guilt, more simply looking at what is in front of me and saying, "hey, look at this thing we've been ignoring."

Consider how substantial our actions can be and just how devastating a single error in a swing can be.

As you walk around consider what kind of axe that person might have been crafted into and then how they're being used.  Do not blame them for the shape they take, they did not choose it.  And don't rag on them for not changing shape.  It is a lot of work to change a wood axe into a battle axe.  And have patience with a battle axe (god that's such a good term) attempting to chop wood to keep warm, or a hatchet that's being used to break down a door to save someone's life.  Instead of mocking a smaller axe that's just piddling away or cutting that axe down (which takes a lot of fucking work to repair and will probably never be the same) consider adding your ax to the effort.

Desires, requests, demands, shoulds, coulds, and motherfuckin' rephrases.

The following is a guide i've developed/stolen over the years that has proven to be quite useful for me. Distinguishing the nuances between them is paramount.

Desires, requests, and demands I shall group together.

Desires:  Those things you want, or want to do.  When expressed to another human being, all that is required is a simple thank you.  Example:  I want you to grab a gallon of honey and pour it all over us as we make love.  The listeners response:  Thank you.

Why this is useful: You speaker and the listener get to learn and align themselves with their desires without feeling any need to act on them.  This unloads tons of pressure from the listener who might have had a flurry of thoughts about how hard it might be to clean a full gallon of honey from their mattress and blankets, as well as whether or not they can afford that much honey right now.  And the speaker doesn't have to worry about what is realistic or not, and thus is not limited in their thinking.

Requests: The thing or things you ask another person for. When expressed to another human being properly, it gives them full permission to say yes or no to the request depending on how they feel. (Obligatory Consent as Tea video link here.) Example: Will you massage my feet?  That's a valid, but just ok request.  An upgrade would be:  Will you massage my feet with your chest covered in coconut oil for 10 minutes?  Now it's considered an upgrade not because of creativity, but because of specificity.  The listener now knows duration as well as what they are being asked to use.  This upgrade allows a person to know exactly what the request is and what they are saying yes or no to.

Why this is useful:  The listener gets a real choice, in which yes and no are held in equal weight.  And the asker gets to practice asking for what they want.  And when they do this, EVERYONE wins.  Consent wins, the asker wins, and the receiver wins.  Because face it, we like doing nice things for people we care about.  And we like being nice to people who do nice things for us.  Making a clear request where the other person feels safe and free to say yes or no, is a wonderful way to be with those you love.

Demands:  These are the things that aren't sharing of desires or making of requests.  Example: You should rub my shoulders.  The listener does not get a clear choice now.  The demander has made a passive, well, demand.  "You should" roughly equals "Rub my shoulders."

Where this behavior comes from: Passive demands are ways that people can remain in control.  People like to be/feel in control because it feels safe.  Often this behavior is distancing and harmful to the connection.  Alas, that also is safe because it is predictable because people often do the same things over and over again no matter who they are with.
It's important to note that it also feels safe because making requests can be dangerous and scary.  Lets say you ask for something weird, like a pickle in your butt.  Well, lets say the listener doesn't respond with a yes or a no or with some kind curiousity, but instead a judgement and a ridicule.  The asker is now shamed, frustrated, and sad.  Do you think this person will ask for what they want again.  Nope!
So when we hear people make demands of us, or "should" on us we can enact our magical power which is...

Rephrases!  These are really useful for gently educating someone on how to communicate with us in a way that we can experience more lovingly.  Shoulds become coulds and coulds become would yous.
And when someone asks would you ____, we're back in the area of requests, which we all love!
Example:  Will you rephrase that?  Sillily simple, yet remarkably effectice.  I love it.

So as you bookmark this page,  feel free to use it as an excuse to bring up trying these distinctions out.  Maybe say something like, "Hey hot human, I read this article and I want to try expressing my desires out loud, because it's fun and amazing.  Will you read this article so we're on the same page?  It's short!"

Reversal of Alzheimer's and how it applies to everything.

A friend wanted me to write a book about sugar, which I haven't been able to eat now for over a year. He said it could be a short book, just something to be able to give to friends when he wants to educate them on sugar.

Cool, I can get behind that.

That was 9 months ago that we had that conversation.

And it wasn't until I went out to visit my dad, well technically my brother in jail, that I had the big fucking ah-motherfucking-ha moment.  You see, my dad was diagnosed with early stage Alzheimer's (also now called Diabetes Type 3 funnily enough) a few years ago.  Talking with my mom back then, we figured it was just his emotional stubbornness manifesting as no longer being able to tie his shoes or easily put on a pair of pants correctly.  But when I visited him in November 2017, I decided to take a better look at what this whole Alzheimer's thing was all about.  Well, I found a study showing that you can reverse it!  No shit.  It was done by UCLA in 2014, (you mean, i could have saved my dad three years ago had i just looked into it a bit?? Mmmm, what a delightful helping of guilt.  No, not really.  Thankfully I've gotten some pretty sweet tools to be kind to myself from the past.) and it flipped the script on everything.

Instead of viewing Alzheimer's as a leaky roof with one hole which needs to get plugged with one pill, the study approaches the disease as being a roof with 36 holes, with one pill only being able to address one of the leaks.

So the study put 10 people with Alzheimer's on a 36 point protocol which included regular exercise, good sleep, nutritional supplements, and a diet without sugar.  9 out of 10 people had experienced reversal of their symptoms.  The other person had late stage Alzheimer's, so for them it was too late apparently.  So yes I could write a book on sugar, but that would be only plugging one of the holes in the leaky roof.  I want to know what happens when we plug them all at once.

Dr Gabor Mate's book about addiction is also something to be considered.  The first puzzle piece, sugar has been closely related to cocaine in regards to its addictiveness.  The fun pieces of that book are the mouse paradise study which showed us that a while a mouse in a stark white room will always pick the cocaine water over the regular water, in an environment where the mouse has friends, places to explore, a shelter, you know, all the needs of a well adjusted mouse, they didn't differentiate between the two different types of water.  In other words, when a mouse (read: human) has a good life, they don't feel the need to do cocaine (read: sugar).  This also applied to heroin, one of the most addictive substances.  Lots and lots of US soldiers did it over in Vietnam during the war.  When they came back, 95% of them discontinued their usage.  But, I thought it was super addictive!  What we learn from this knowledge is that the issues of the human condition are complex!

Which brings me to how it all applies to everything.  If Alzheimer's, previously thought to be untreatable, can be treated if all parts of a lifestyle out of alignment are realigned at one time, perhaps we can consider the human condition in a similar light?

Perhaps, the human condition of suffering isn't untreatable.  Maybe it just is a leaky roof that has a lot of holes and they all need to be plugged at the same time to stop everyone under it from getting soaking fucking wet.  And right now, there's a lot of good humans doing their best (ok, i'm projecting) to frantically run around sticking their finger in each leaking hole while the water just get diverted to the other holes.

In non-metaphorical speak, this looks like gay marriage being legalized and then soon after planned parenthood being defunded.  It looks like PrEP being invented and widely distributed and then the affordable care act being actively reversed.

So in this amazing article I read about millenials and the shit culture they got birthed into, I learned that there are now more millenials than there are baby boomers.  So if it is really true in a technically democratic society that the majority of the population can make choices, we have the power to completely restructure our environment, aka plug all of the holes in the leaky roof with live under called life.

The thing is, unless we coordinate and plug every hole with our collective finger at the exact same time, it seems like the we will keep on existing in an increasingly cold, wet, and lame room.

So here's my proposal.

We know what's wrong with the world, with our culture it's the following:

• Legal system
• Prison complex
• Healthcare
• Insurance
• Taxes
• Education
• Mental Health
• Drugs and Substance issues
• Sex work
• shelter
• Food/nutrition/nutrients
• water 
• ^aka basic human needs
• sexuality/sex ed
• communication tools
• trauma rehabilitation
• campaign finance reform
• voting reform
• addressing corporation structure issues
• issue of endless growth
• banking/loan reform
• Touch
• Body reintegration and fitness
• gut brain connection for mental health
• and most importantly,
• we need to end the rape of our planet.  we need to love and care for her and help her heal.

Yes, there are more.  Yes there are nuances.  These are the big ones that come to my mind.  If we can collectively address/reform all of these issues at once, we might be able to have peace.

Am I onto something?

just another perspective from another #metoo

NOTE:  There will be explicit sexual language in this post.



I had my boundaries violated last night.

It wasn't aggressive or violent, and I realized it also wasn't the first time.

The first time it was an older white woman.  Last night it was a black man.  I mention these details to point out that there isn't a group of people we can single out, and also that minds categorizes people in this way, and it can lead to shitty ways of thinking.

Both of these experiences happened in environments where sexual activity is welcomed and where there is a whole culture and framework around consent and safer sex to make these safe places for people to engage and/or explore sexually with others.  And it's fucking great! 
These spaces have held the container for me to have some of the most amazing sexual moments of my whole life.  Yes, in theory boundary violations shouldn't occur in spaces like these, but thankfully when they do there is usually a fucking badass support network to help people through one of the more challenging human experiences.  And usually a lot of education happens in these communities as well, so most people have good understanding and good skills to help them navigate things like this.

So when that guy began to put his mouth on my cock last night I was able to put a stop to it quickly.  I sat up, said something along the lines of, "no. that's not ok, this is stopping immediately," and then proceeded to just sit there and experience my experience.  Yes, I just had someone explicitly violate my boundaries which I had clearly stated, i thought to myself.  Fuck.

I can only be grateful that the boundary violation was not violent, and that it was not long lasting, and yet it still sucked.  No pun intended.

Yes, you can laugh at my joke.  While last night and today has been challenging, I am still me.  Please chuckle and know that i'll get through this.

I called a friend, a female friend, one who i felt guilty of calling because I didn't want to burden another woman with more emotional labor.  I called anyways, and asked if she felt like talking about something not super fun.  She said yes, and we talked and I cried some more.

Which brings me to the following super important fucking message:
All of this could have been avoided very simply by asking.  One human asking another human, "can I I put my mouth on your cock?"  This could have been avoided by giving me an opportunity to choose.

Shitty things happen when assumptions are made.


ASK FIRST.



How to and how not to effectively talk with someone who has just had their boundaries violated:

I'll start with the how-not-to as that occurred first.  Another male who was present for the incident felt like sharing some stuff while i was sitting there processing what just happened.  He shared with me how it's already so hard for bisexual men to have sexual experiences with other men and that his friend really didn't mean any harm.  He said, that there was just a void where the person who had been sucking your cock was no longer doing it and so the other guy just wanted to fill that void.

Cool!  Neat!  Thank you so much for that helpful explanation what just happened.  That's just what I needed, a solid rationalization.  I could say I understand why man-splaining is so lame, and it is, but then that would be disregarding the times when i've heard women do it.  Yes, women do it a lot less, and men do it a lot more.  The thing is though, humans do it.  We do it.  I do it.  I might actually be doing it right now, and am totally oblivious to it.

So how do you do it right?  Well, I'll tell you how I felt.  When a woman who has helping with the event came and spoke with me, I felt understood.  Seen.  Held.  I felt cared for, without being coddled.  I felt respected.  How did she speak in a way that had me feel all these things?  I don't exactly know.  I think i'll have to ask her because she is goddamn good at it.

Why I am sharing all of this?

Because consent violations don't all look the same.  Sometimes they happen to big buff male bodied humans like myself.  And the violators don't all look the same, nor do they all act the same.  They're not always violent, or charged.  Nonetheless, they are rough to have happen to you.

And also because sharing seems to be the way through.  Talking about it with another person seems to really help.  Sharing it publicly so that other people don't feel alone seems to help.

And a thank you.

Thank you to all of you who have held others as they've experienced a traumatic event.  Truly, thank you.

What I've learned: About social media and content creation.

So i've been experimenting.  Putting into practice things I've learned.  I've found that the most value comes when one can share what they've learned so that others may benefit.  So allow me to share now.

What i've learned:

1-The human mind is built to distract us from thoughts that might put its wellbeing in jeopardy.  Huh? Even now as I write this, I can feel my mind attempting to push the thoughtstream out of the spotlight and into the shadows.  And as of now, that initial thought is gone.  *throws up hands in exasperation*

So what the fuck just happened?  What is this phenomenon? *points up*  Well, my best hypothesis is that the brain at one point was its own organism.  Crazy i know, hear me out.  What I learned in biology class was that within a single animal cell, there are many structures that work in cohesion.  If I remember correctly, those structures were consumed and then lived inside of a larger structure that kept it alive.  Kind of like how when a virus enters our body it lives there permanently as part of our DNA.  Well, perhaps this brain thing that we think with used to be another separate creature, but now lives inside of us.  *I am suddenly yawning, how convenient.  This brain does not like the spotlight being shown back on it.*

UPDATE:  I did learn-ded things in school Ma!  University of Utah supports my memory of biological happenings.

So this brain, how it survives is by being useful, and eating sugar.  It learned early on that the best way to get sugar is to feel shitty.  Then it gets our bodies to find sugar and feed it to make us feel better.  (Think about how kids crying are given candy.)  It also seems to love drama, because that makes us also eat sugar because that's what we do when we're happy.  Hmm, so the brain seems to like to vacillate between extremes.  Happiness and sadness, which both give our brains the most amount of sugar.  And it controls our bodies through hits of dopamine.  That's why we crave grander experiences and it keeps us going after more and more sugar.

The brain also wants to keep our body alive and so it does it's best to steer us in non-lethal directions.  For example, I had the thought of not posting this because then people might think i'm weird and outcast me from, "the group" which according to my mind equals death.  And death is not good for more sugar.  *So sleepy now.  Nice try brain. I'm not giving up on this subject yet.*

*My brain is sending me signals to check facebook, reddit, write people back, anything but further time under the spotlight.*  God what a trip writing this single post is. *activate that credit card! Do that instead of writing more about me! <--what my brain is telling me.*

So what the fuck do we do with this?  

Well, we acknowledge that it is happening.  

That's a fucking start.  

Then we can begin to consider the different ways that it might sabotage the lives we want to actually live and then do things to interrupt that sabotage.  Like sharing your experience out loud!  The brain HATES this.  It is most comfortable in a cold dark scary place where everything is out to get it and no one loves us and it just needs more drama and more sugar.  So when you share your internal shit out loud, your mind no longer has a place to hide and it does what it can to scurry back into a dark corner. 

Take heed.  Other people's minds will see your mind out in the spotlight and get real upset about it and make a big ruckus.  So what, you're telling me there is this big conspiracy and war between our collective minds and our hearts/bodies?  That all of our minds are conspiring amongst themsevles?  That's crazy talk!  I assert that our minds are in collusion to keep everything the status and to remain in the dark and shitty places of the collective psyche because it knows that that works to keep it alive and being fed sugar. 
Then our bodies come along and say, "Mind, lemme show you some really cool things."  And then the body shows the mind an orgasm and the mind is like, "WOOOOW!"  And the body is like, "I know."  Alas, then the mind begins to currupt it's own mindblowing-ness so that it can go back into it's dark cave and/or repetitive cycle of drama/sadness/sugar.

Wait, is that really it?  Is our mind's existence truly just a drama/sadness/sugar cycle with other things sprinkled in to throw us off it's trail?  I don't think that's all of it though.  Because it does enjoy things, like art, and music, and being appreciated.  Perhaps it just went through some emotional trauma being consumed by a larger creature and has been scared and lashing out at anything that comes close ever since.  So then the body does it's best to fight the grasp of the brain on our overall state of well being.  So the body sometimes wins out and gives us really nice experiences like cuddling, sex, good food, high fives and dancing, and then the brain recoils creating a bunch of stories about how it's all a big sham and that everyone is out to get us and to never go out dancing again.

Again, the key is to sharing your experience out loud.  Then other people's bodies have a chance to reassure your body and brain that no, people love you and you're worthy of love and nice experiences. Also yes, there are some shitty people out there whose minds are being real dicks to a lot of people.  My guess is their minds prolly had it the worst.

"But wait!  You made some extremely valid points and all, but you never mentioned anything about social media or content creation!  What the fuck!"

You have a point.  So here's the thing that i've learned about social media.  It's programmers were given the specific task of making it addictive and giving us little micro hits of dopamine.  They did a really good job.  Let that sink in.  Facebook, this really neat thing that we are all using (for the most part) had people making it their goal and purpose to make facebook addicting.  So what is the antidote?

Well, mine for facebook specifically has been to unfollow everyone so that my facebook feed is empty, and then to Brave the unknown!  No facebook!  No reddit! is what my telephone says everytime i wake up.  I set an event on my calendar to say this every morning so that when i wake up, the first thing I do is NOT check facebook, and NOT check reddit.  And the part which is most painful, is to not press like on everyone who comments on my posts or content creation.  (Creating content instead of consuming it seems to be another antidote.)  Instead, in the morning I drink water, turn on music, stretch, and roll out my muscles on a ball.  For the record, my brain does not like this.  My body loves it though.  Honestly, my brain would most likely prefer the reality of Wall-E.  Because that's the crazy thing about the brain/body thing, it can become detached.  The brain can ignore and silence signals from our body and just continue in it's drama/sadness/sugar cycle endlessly, or at least until we reach our pain point.  Where the invisible nail we're sitting on is pressing into our flesh so much that the pain signal is so strong that the brain has to step out of it's loop and do something about it to make sure the body doesn't die and ruin it's access to sugar.  That's why you can see "addicts" living for quite some time in really fucked up states of being.

And I get it, the pain of reattaching the brain to the body can be intense, overwhelming, unbearable.  Because all of the pain that our mind has been sweeping under the rug instead of experiencing and processing it, has finally grown to such an enormous size that we can no longer walk on the rug, and instead must smack into it because it has become so large it is a now a wall.  A very fucking painful wall. 

*Thanks for being an example of how to do it right Dash!  (I love searching for relevant images. (:  )

So perhaps this is a lesson for us all.  

Be gentle with people who are dealing with their pain.  

We have no idea what they've gone through, how much pain is being swept under their rug, nor how big of a wall for them it has become.  That wall may be so big, that it's crushing them and it's all they can do to be standing and interacting with the world in whatever way possible.