This weekend I was going to do some wax play. My lungs have been in terrible shape. I didn’t end up going…and so my roommy came home with a candle from the workshop on wax play. I’ve been sitting here looking at it all evening. Nice purple candle…I have this craving to light the thing up and dribble it on my skin…and I have the urge to scrape it off with a knife. My skin is really craving play. I want to feel the sting of the hot wax. I like it when it stings just a little…I want to feel the edge of the knife scraping ever so gently over my skin…
I made a decision. I’m happy with it.
I know this makes no sense to you. It does to me though. I am just sitting with the power inside me. The sense of the decision feels pregnant with possibility. I wonder what will be birthed of it…?
There will be much learned in the months to come. I’m looking forward to it.